My grandfather’s family used to own a pasta factory in Naples and they would go door-to-door selling their pasta. So his love of food came from his parents, which was then passed down to my mother and then again to me.

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.