My husband cooks fancier food for himself than I've ever cooked on-air. I call him from the road, and he's making champagne-vanilla salmon or black-cherry pork chop. Half of me is feeling unworthy. Not only am I not a chef, I'm not a better cook than my own husband!

I've never been a huge sweets eater, and I've always loved a Mediterranean diet. We eat a lot of dark leafy greens, and a couple meals each week are meat-free. We enjoy eating a balanced diet.

I'm not a chef. I haven't created any new technique in the kitchen. I'm not a rocket scientist. I think I'm good at writing accessible, fun, and affordable meals for the average American family. That's what I think I'm good at.

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 never do the dishes, because my husband has an affinity for it. And I'm also not allowed to touch the coffeemaker.

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 like feeling like an ox at the end of the day. I like working hard.