The sharpest memory of our old-fashioned Christmas eve is my mother's hand making sure I was settled in bed.
“You know, we don't have any decorative sprigs of rosemary; we're not placing little matchstick radishes onto an hors d'oeuvre... The food's gotta taste good. The concept's gotta taste good.”
“I can honestly say that I am happier now than I have ever been. For the first time in my life I feel free.”