When I was growing up in Mississippi - it was good Southern food... but I also grew up with a Greek family when other kids were eating fried okra we were eating steamed artichokes. So I think it played a big part in my healthy cooking.

We need a better way to talk about eating animals a way that doesn't ignore or even just shruggingly accept things like habits cravings family and history but rather incorporates them into the conversation. The more they are allowed in the more able we will be to follow our best instincts.

You go to a restaurant in the States and kids have these game boards at the table. You don't see that in Italy or Spain. It's not because they can't afford to buy them it's because that's not what eating together as a family is about.

Whenever I have friends over we end up eating and talking and losing track of time and once in a while singing karaoke. It reminds me of the family meals we had in Russia which always lasted a very long time. That's a tradition I miss.

As they say in Italy Italians were eating with a knife and fork when the French were still eating each other. The Medici family had to bring their Tuscan cooks up there so they could make something edible.

If you have issues with family friends and people at work try and solve these issues head on so you can move on and concentrate on having the life you want. Think about what you can do so that you are happy with yourself - for instance eating right to feel great and energetic.

I really have created a family. I work with the people I love I travel with them I make films with them and I'm in an office with them. So in a weird way - I know I haven't birthed a child - I feel that I'm a part of creating a family. It's a tribe. I love that word.

If you cannot work on the marriage or the women is a moron staying married and cheating makes the most sense because divorce is disruptive to the family life and your bank account.

We love to be with our family and friends and I can tell you that lots of eating will be involved.

Maybe there is no actual place called hell. Maybe hell is just having to listen to our grandparents breathe through their noses when they're eating sandwiches.