You wake up, your life is discipline: there's kids, breakfast, lunch box, go to work, discipline, organization, guests. Imagine the semi-final of Super Bowl. We have that every day: lunch and dinner. We play that game. Then you come home and you really just want to drink a beer. But then you discipline yourself and you have to do this thing, this journal. It was painful but I'm so happy I did it. I have newfound respect for people that write.

My last meal on Earth, I would love it to be a bowl of blueberries with cold cream.

I can't crack jokes because I don't have any.

I'm a bit of a glutton - I eat too much of all that is good to eat.

Fine dining is an occasional treat for most people.

I just love this idea of using, especially in terms of food, using that common sense. If you follow that - it's hard to talk about it without sounding like some New Age idiot, which I think is a bit unfair - but, if you do follow that natural cycle, you will inevitably eat better, cheaper, and much, much, much, much healthier.

There is no conflict between a better meal and a better world.