I don't have to write jokes. I don't have to write insults. If you ask the man of the hour in the hot seat, my mere existence is clearly insult enough.

My first memory in life is grilling my thumb to the griddle in our restaurant on Cape Cod.

I measure in my palm and use my eyes to estimate amounts; a tablespoon is a full palm of dried spices.

I started running 3 miles every morning after throat surgery to remove a cyst last year. The gym used to be my adversary. But that has all changed. Now, I look forward to it every morning.

I don't categorize food as bad or a guilty pleasure.

If you're humble and hardworking, opportunities will arise for you.

I felt I'd earned the Good Housekeeping Seal when I designed an oval-shaped spaghetti pot, because spaghetti is long.