The Italians Were Eating With Forks When

My Kids And I Make Pasta Three Days A Week Now. It's Not Even So Much About The Eating Of It; They Just Like The Process. Benno Is The Stuffer, And Leo Is The Catcher. They've Got Their Jobs Down.

Breakfast Is The Best Time For Me To Figure Out What My Kids Are Doing. Right After You Wake Them Up At Breakfast, You Pepper Them With Questions. You Can Get In There Because They're Not Protecting What They Thought Was Cool: "what Happened Yesterday?" "oh, Matthew Stole My Book And Ran Away And It Was Really Annoying..." That Wouldn't Happen After Lunch, Because Their Defenses Are Up. In The Morning, If You Lull Them Into A Comfortable Place, You Get More Honesty, And That's Without Being A Detective.

The Kitchen Really Is The Castle Itself. This Is Where We Spend Our Happiest Moments And Where We Find The Joy Of Being A Family.

You Have To Live Life To Its Full Chorizo.

Are We Darwinists - Where We Live And Let Live? Or Are We Nurturing As A Society? There Has To Be A Standard Of Living That We Decide To Support.