“The chef who cooks without a song on his lips cannot hope to infuse the right carefree improvisatory note into his art.”

“But Blake infused hope in his music. Love was the only song he knew how to play.”

“The first strains of organ music filled the church.Blake. His playing brought Livia a wide, warm smile. The music was supposed to be reverent. It was supposed to slow the world down for prayer. But Blake infused hope in his music. Love was the only song he knew how to play.”

“A Good Recipe Is As Good As The Chef That Cooks It”

“Americans love cooking shows. Come to think of it, how many of us are eating when we watch a cooking show? As we watch the chef perform his or her magic, the humble ham sandwich we're gnawing on briefly transubstantiates into whatever the chef's preparing. There's always a small communion between viewer and chef, only you don't get to eat what they're making. It's like watching a Catholic mass on TV.”

“Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers.”