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Every Super Bowl, I Do Different Food Each Quarter From Each Of The Hometowns Of The Teams Competing. So I’m Always Hoping For Cities With A Gastronomic Soul—not So Much Indianapolis Or Denver, Right? For Halftime We Have New York Hot Dogs From Papaya Dog. And At The End Of The Game I’ve Chosen A Dessert Based On Who I Think Is Going To Win.

I Really Want To Be A Rock Star.

I Like Cast Iron Coated With Enamel For Longevity And Forgiveness If I Happen To Take My Eyes Off The Prize While Pouring Chianti.

I've Been Lucky Enough In 20 Years In The Media To Have A Nice Soap Box That Put Me In A Position To Describe To An American Viewership That Tuscany Is Different From Umbria, And It's Different From Emilia-romagna And, Not That That Was News, But It Was Never Presented To Them In A Way That Was, "hey, Look. This Is A Different Plate From That Different Place." And Although We All Think Of "spaghetti, Lasagna, Ciao," As What Italy Is All About, There's All Of This Great Stuff... I Was Merely An Interpreter. I Wasn't The Developer Of The Content.

We Need To Figure Out A 'harvest System' To Collect The Produce That Stores Don't Put Out For Customers To Buy Because It's Not Perfect Looking. Frankly, The Stuff Left To Rot In The Storeroom Is More Beautiful To Me Than The Perfect Carrot. I'm A Gnarly Carrot Kind Of Guy.