True love makes the thought of death frequent, easy, without terrors it merely becomes the standard of comparison, the price one would pay for many things. – Stendhal
My husband cooks fancier food for himself than Ive ever cooked on-air. I call him from the road, and hes making champagne-vanilla salmon or black-cherry pork chop. Half of me is feeling unworthy. Not only am I not a chef, Im not a better cook than my own husband! – Rachael Ray
