I want any excuse to come home. My dad is not a spring chicken any more. If anyone says, ‘Go buy a postage stamp in London,’ I’ll go and do it. less than 1 minute read
I fantasize about having a manual job where I can come home at night, read a book and not feel responsible for what will happen the next day. less than 1 minute read
During the Second World War, evacuated to non-Jewish households, I encountered Christianity at home and in school. less than 1 minute read
Praying privately in churches, I began to discover that heaven was my true home and also that it was here and now, woven into this life. less than 1 minute read
Good food and a warm kitchen are what makes a house a home. I always tried to make my home like my mother’s, because Mom was magnificent at stretching a buck when it came to decorating and food. Like a true Italian, she valued beautification in every area of her life, and I try to do the same. less than 1 minute read
I have this extraordinary life during the day, and then I get to come home to my sweet husband who loves to cook with me. I have a nice glass of wine, he has some scotch, we chat, we cook, and we hang out with the dog. I have an absolute dream life. less than 1 minute read
I live in, literally, the same home when I was swiping my first bank card and wondering if I’d have to put back the Charmin. We still don’t have a dishwasher. My mom has done all these gardens so now my house looks like the garden shack in the middle of Versailles. less than 1 minute read
I do 280 episodes of TV a year, write 15 recipes for the magazine, and publish an annual book. With all of that, we try to get one weekend a month with Isaboo at our home in the Adirondacks to relax and recharge. less than 1 minute read
Cunning is the art of concealing our own defects, and discovering other people’s weaknesses. less than 1 minute read
