I Really Love Fried Chicken.

The Cookbooks And The Writing In General Have Been A Real Bonus, But It's Not Something I've Ever Pursued... I've Been Lucky, I Guess.

Flowers Die And Wine Gets Consumed. Both Are Lovely. I Appreciate Both. Wine And Roses. I Actually Had Someone Bring Me A Lobe Of Foie Gras Once.

I Will Eat Anything, At Least Once. For Better Or Worse.

Women's Voices Not Being Heard Is The Root Of Many Of The Problems Of The World.

There Are Two Schools Of Fried Chicken. One Is Brining In Salted Water And The Other Is Soaking In Either Buttermilk Or Milk. I Just Combine The Two.