My family truly believes they are better cooks than I am. They see me as Giada, not as a celebrity chef. To them I’m just me - their granddaughter, niece, etc., and they’re older and wiser. I like that because it keeps you grounded.

After a good dinner one can forgive anybody, even one's own relations.

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty’s rose might never die.

Hail wedded love, mysterious law, true source
Of human offspring.

Who ran to help me when I fell, And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the place to make it well? My mother.