Laos is a country where everything is eaten. When I came back, I would find myself chopping parsley and thinking: 'Why am I throwing these stems away? They're perfectly edible.'
I don't have my own garden; we're on shale and in the woods. And if I did have a garden, the deer and chipmunks and squirrels and bears would eat everything anyway.
I meet people, and we can get past small talk pretty quickly if they've read my books. It's a great shortcut.
The truth is, as much as I loved writing restaurant reviews, it always felt very self-indulgent to me. It was so much fun, I loved doing it, but there's so much else to say about food.
I like poached eggs, but I'll make scrambled or fried or whatever anybody wants.
Let's face it: my life tends to revolve around food, and I love feeding people.
