When you're out grocery shopping for your family maybe you can put a can of cat or dog food in your cart and bring it to an animal relief center.

There are times like after a long day of work when the thought of an easy drive-through is enticing. But then I remember how crappy I felt when I ate fast food in the past and it inspires me to head to the grocery store or my local farmer's market and whip up an easy but healthier option.

I can spend hours in a grocery store. I get so excited when I see food I go crazy. I spend hours arranging my baskets so that everything fits in and nothing gets squashed. I'm really anal about it actually.

My goal is to make Italian food clean and accessible and beautiful and tasty with simple ingredients that people can find at a local grocery store because people don't want to go to a gourmet shop in search of items that will sit in their pantry for years after they use just a teaspoon or pinch of them.

I don't want to be more famous than what I have right now. At least in that sense where people come up to me in the grocery store.

If you live in a good neighborhood you drive home and there's a bank. There's grocery stores and big houses - but no motels. What that tells you psychologically is you protect your money and buy good things for your family to eat in your nice big house.

I do all of the grocery shopping in my little family. I buy cheese of many different kinds sliced packaged meats and poultry bagels immense quantities of eggs pre-made fried chicken. Milk. Bacon. It is insane how much dairy deli and bakery stuff I buy.

My dad was born in Chicago in 1908... his parents came from Russia. They settled in Chicago where they lived in a little tiny grocery store with eight or nine children - in the backroom all together - and my grandmother got the idea to go into the movie business.

I was always the new kid in school I'm the kid from a broken family I'm the kid who had no dad showing up at the father-son stuff I'm the kid that was using food stamps at the grocery store.

As the first Hispanic female governor in history little girls often come up to me in the grocery store or the mall. They look and point and when they get the courage they ask 'Are you Susana?' and they run up and give me a hug.