Cooking has always brought me a happiness that I didn't think was available. I just fire up the stove, and things start to fade away.

I am proof that the American dream still exists.

I've got two vices: cigarettes and taters.

Bein' rich is having leftovers. Good leftovers make yo' tongue fly outta yo' mouth and smack yo' brains out.

I found that when I went from Albany to Savannah, that I needed to put that white rice away, and I needed to turn that into Savannah red rice because they were big into that sausage, tomato-y, bell pepper-y rice mixture.

If you have a dream, FOLLOW IT.

I am proud to be a Southerner.