I know I can cook, but the place where I cook... it's a mess! I'm very disorganized.

Talking about money is garish. It's tacky.

Growing up, I had a very busy social life. It wasn't until I was a sophomore in high school that I asked Mama if I could come into the kitchen and have her teach me how to cook something.

I don't want to spend my life not having good food going into my pie hole. That hole was made for pies.

I can't, myself, determine what offends another person.

I think no matter what the occasion may be, you can never go wrong by showing up at the dinner table with a hot plate of fried chicken.

I'm so glad I'm not a dentist. How many times does someone say, 'Oh, Doc, it felt so good when you were drilling my teeth'? Never. But when you give someone a wonderful cookie, you put a little of yourself in, and you see someone's face light up - that's immediate approval.