I'm Liberace Without A Piano.

I Cant Stand Those Food Cult People Who Bring Their Own Food Into The House. All Those Little Thermoses And Paper Bags-it Makes The Other Guests Uncomfortable.

If I'm Not Working, I Don't Know What To Do.

I Don't Understand Why People Don't Remember My Name.

Mothers Don't Want To Pinch Me Or Put Me In Their Purse.

I May Find Something That Looks Interesting And Then Go On To Alter The Recipe By Adding Spices, Things Of My Own. I Also Look For Time-saving Recipes, Dishes That Can Be Prepared Ahead And Stored.