What I've learned is that at the end of the day, we are all human. We all have that in common.

You do it with your own two hands, so there's a sense of pride. You really do forget all our problems, because you're focusing on the food.

I tried to bake a cake for my mother's birthday - it took me four hours. It was terrible, and I cried for three days.

I'm completely unqualified for any job I've ever had.

I don't know that I have a favorite meal. When I'm cooking I'm thinking about the person I'm feeding and I want to make them whatever they want. My husband's favorite meal is carbonara. I guess my favorite food is anything my mom makes. Because like anybody who loves their mother's cooking, if you try and make your mom's recipes, they never taste quite the same. And I don't know if that's because she's lying about what she's putting in there and just not telling me. Like when I turn my back, she's sneaking something in there. It just never seems to taste the same.

I cook and I chat. That's what I do. I love to write recipes, but basically, if you had to put it in a nutshell, I cook and I chat.

If you want to look at the state of humans, you should look at the state of animals first. People are choosing whether or not they can feed an animal and their family. And every shelter coast-to-coast is stuffed.