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Don't ever let a recipe tell you how much garlic to put in. You measure that with your heart.

If you "can't kiss someone" after eating garlic, you're doing both wrong.

You can never have too much garlic. With enough garlic, you could eat the New York Times.

A nickel will get you on the subway, but garlic will get you a seat.

There are many miracles in the world to be celebrated but, for me, garlic is the most deserving.

A life without garlic is possible, but meaningless.

Many people complain garlic give them bad breath. But don't worry, Uncle Roger single, not kissing anyone anyway.

Garlic is the answer... who cares what the question is?

Do I look like someone who cooks? I can open a can of Coke Light, that's it.

I cook with wine, sometimes I even add it to the food.

I'm always cooking very slow so the eggs have enough time to process their separation.

I have to go out for lunch and dinner because I can't cook. I need a woman to come and save me from my cooking.

There is no bad food, only bad cooks.

I would love to date a chef. I'd probably get really fat, but I don't care.

"We'll need 2 cups of rice and 6 cups of water."
"I'm not sure if I've got that many cups."

I do not stick to rules when cooking. I rely on my imagination.

My cooking is very simple, so I don't really use machines at all. A knife, cutting board, frying pan and strainer are my essentials.

You know the thing about good food? It brings folks together from all walks of life.

Everything in this room is eatable. Even I'm eatable. But that is called cannibalism, my dear children, and is in fact frowned upon in most societies.

I’m not crazy about reality, but it’s still the only place to get a decent meal.

Mr Willy Wonka can make marshmallows that taste of violets, and rich caramels that change colour every ten seconds as you suck them, and little feathery sweets that melt away deliciously the moment you put them between your lips. He can make chewing-gum that never loses its taste, and sugar balloons that you can blow up to enormous sizes before you pop them with a pin and gobble them up. And, by a most secret method, he can make lovely blue birds' eggs with black spots on them, and when you put one of these in your mouth, it gradually gets smaller and smaller until suddenly there is nothing left except a tiny little darkred sugary baby bird sitting on the tip of your tongue.

This is America. Anyone can eat what they want, as long as they eat too much.

If you have peanut allergy your life so sad. You go to Asia, you eat egg-fried-rice - it's like russian roulette.