I consider a good dinner party at our house to be where people drink and eat more than they're meant to. My husband is a really fantastic cook. His mother is Italian and if you walk into our house, we assume you're starving.
I can get whatever I want to eat and when you, you know, you forget to eat you sometimes pick up fast food.
People have to follow their hearts, and if their hearts lead them to Wal-Mart, so be it.

