Musicals are to the theater what wines are to a substantial dinner.
The food on the plane was fit for a king. "Here, King!"
I need savory sauces, stews and pastas. I can't live without pastas. My butt, you can tell I like to eat.
If I had a caterer that lived at home, it would be fabulous!
If I'm really honest, I can't cook. I'm, like, the worst, worst, worst cook in the world.
Whenever you see the word cuisine used instead of the word food, be prepared to pay an additional eighty percent.
You look at the Barefoot Contessa or Lydia Bastianich, and it's just like watching your mother cooking.
I go to Michelin-starred restaurants as part of my job, but that's not how I want to eat all the time.
I am terrible at making food. I love eating, but I can't make anything.
I'm lucky to live in New York, a city that offers so many options for lunch. I can pick up dumplings from a Midtown food truck, grab empanadas by the dozen in Spanish Harlem or get a fantastic bowl of ramen in the East Village.
I'm trying to keep my cooking approachable and accessible but with a little fun twist.
I love to cook and I've cooked a lot of Bulgarian food over the years.
Sorry, I'm not much of a cook.
I found out my husband can cook!
What I really, really want to do is pre-packaged meals. Fabulous versions that are delicious, healthy, not too expensive and very low in fat. So, that's my big dream, because there's a massive hole in the market for that.
My dining and entertainment philosophy - I can boil it down to 'the three C's - I like my food like my fashion: casual, classic, and with a touch of couture.
