I loved to cook, so I cooked. And then cooking became a way of saying I love you. And then cooking became the easy way of saying I love you. And then cooking became the only way of saying I love you. I was so busy perfecting the peach pie that I wasn't paying attention. p.135
I get Nora Ephron. The way she uses food as an expression of love. The way she can get lost in it without even realizing that that is what she's doing. Until she does. Until it hits her in the gut and causes her to send clumsily chopped onions all over her television audience.