Food binds us to our roots as strongly as any song or poem. Many of us have learned more about our ancestors in the kitchen than we ever will from a book.

When there is very little else left to believe in, one can still believe in an honest loaf of fragrant, home-baked bread.

Cooking is mythology - a story told over and over, passed on again and again, always with the same meaning but expressed in endlessly different ways.

In that intensely busy time of children and work, soup became my stalwart friend and I learned its true value. Anyone who's been there knows. You're busy, too much to do, time vanishes, the kids are relentless, and everyone is hungry all the time. Something as comforting, delicious, and practical as soup is like gold.

We all eat & it would be a sad waste of opportunity to eat badly.

Good food is a celebration of life, and it seems absurd to me that in celebrating life we should take life. That is why I don't eat flesh. I see no need for killing.