I like doing food as a focal point on my table. It is not like going out and buying flowers or candles, which are expensive.

I didn’t even cry, I was stunned. You know, and that’s just how fast life turns. It turns on a dime.

My years of living the jet-set life were fun, but they weren't fulfilling. The perks and benefits were lovely, but all of the fabulous furs, fancy jewelry and fun fetes simply weren't enough to fill my soul.

Christmas is more stressful with present buying and making sure everyone gets included, but Thanksgiving is really not that. I don't ever really get stressed out about the food.

My most cherished possessions are my grandma's letters and my vintage Martha Washington cookbook.

Sure, you can mix the flour, baking soda, salt, shortening, and the whole nine yards, but why wouldn't you just pull out a box of Bisquick?

How do I cope with stress? I clean and organize.