I don't believe in low-fat cooking.

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

You don't go around grieving all the time, but the grief is still there and always will be.

Cooking is actually quite aggressive and controlling and sometimes, yes, there is an element of force-feeding going on.

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

I think maybe when you live with someone who is really very ill for a long time, it somehow gives you more of a greedy appetite for life and maybe, yes, you are less measured in your behaviour than you would otherwise be.

It sounds like something on a very trite T-shirt, but life is what happens.