Something I didn't even know was on my bucket list has been achieved. I have cooked Thanksgiving dinner with Martha Stewart. I vow to follow the gospel of her teachings and do my very best in the remarkably less glamorous kitchen of my own home... without the luxury of magically appearing prep bowls filled by a staff of sous chefs.

A lot of Thanksgiving days have been ruined by not carving the turkey in the kitchen.

If my kid couldn't draw I'd make sure that my kitchen magnets didn't work.

As a kid I was always mad - just noticing the women at Thanksgiving running around the kitchen while the men were watching football. For one I don't want to cook and for two I hate football. I was stuck in the middle.

There is a peculiar burning odor in the room like explosives. the kitchen fills with smoke and the hot sweet ashy smell of scorched cookies. The war has begun.

If you want to fight a war on drugs sit down at your own kitchen table and talk to your own children.

The pressure on young chefs today is far greater than ever before in terms of social skills marketing skills cooking skills personality and more importantly delivering on the plate. So you need to be strong. Physically fit. So my chefs get weighed every time they come into the kitchen.

I liked the energy of cooking the action the camaraderie. I often compare the kitchen to sports and compare the chef to a coach. There are a lot of similarities to it.

I was at the end of the studio system so when I walked into movies I had a magnificent suite in which I had a living room and a kitchen and a complete makeup room. I had everything just for me. With the independents you're kind of roughing it literally.

For me relationships are the real action movies. Bombs are exploding every day and the kitchen is Ground Zero.