Everyone Makes Pesto In A Food Processor.

When I Was In College, I Used To Write Little Ditties And Short Stories And Poetry For My Friends. Writing A Book Is Another Thing. It Is So Much Different From My Traditional Day Of Dirty Fingernails And Greasy Hair And Hot Pans.

There's A Battle Between What The Cook Thinks Is High Art And What The Customer Just Wants To Eat.

The Way The Bankers Have Kind Of Toppled The Way Money Is Distributed, And Taken Most Of It Into Their Own Hands, Is As Good As Stalin Or Hitler.

Breakfast Is The Best Time For Me To Figure Out What My Kids Are Doing. Right After You Wake Them Up At Breakfast, You Pepper Them With Questions. You Can Get In There Because They're Not Protecting What They Thought Was Cool: "what Happened Yesterday?" "oh, Matthew Stole My Book And Ran Away And It Was Really Annoying..." That Wouldn't Happen After Lunch, Because Their Defenses Are Up. In The Morning, If You Lull Them Into A Comfortable Place, You Get More Honesty, And That's Without Being A Detective.

As Far Away As You Can Get From The Process Of Mechanisms And Machinery, The More Likely Your Food's Going To Taste Good. And That - That Is Probably The Largest Thing I Can Hand To Anybody Is Let Your Hands Touch It. Let Them Make It.