I don't believe you can ever really cook unless you love eating.

I'm not someone who's endlessly patient and wonderful.

I am not sure about facelifts because I wouldn't want to be someone who just looks like she's had a facelift.

I am not a chef. I am not even a trained or professional cook. My qualification is as an eater.

Cake baking has to be, however innocently, one of the great culinary scams: it implies effort, it implies domestic prowess; but believe me, it's easy.

Sometimes...we don't want to feel like a postmodern, postfeminist, overstretched woman but, rather, a domestic goddess, trailing nutmeggy fumes of baking pie in our languorous wake.

I never taste the wine first in restaurants, I just ask the waiter to pour.