When You Taste Things In The Right

My Kids And I Make Pasta Three Days A Week Now. It's Not Even So Much About The Eating Of It; They Just Like The Process. Benno Is The Stuffer, And Leo Is The Catcher. They've Got Their Jobs Down.

The Tradition Of Italian Cooking Is That Of The Matriarch. This Is The Cooking Of Grandma. She Didn't Waste Time Thinking Too Much About The Celery. She Got The Best Celery She Could And Then She Dealt With It.

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

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.

My Last Meal? The Food Would Be Much Less Significant Than The Company.