I love those shows where they go to all the greasy diners in America.
I grew up in Italy, so for me, Naples pizza is the only type of pizza that there really is.
I miss Swedish meatballs, but you can get them pretty much anywhere.
Frying chicken always makes me feel a little better about life.
It's really easy to figure out why I love what I love, the holidays and food. I know the difference between having them and not having them.
Always in my house, I have almonds, hummus, Triscuits, and cheddar cheese. It takes me back to childhood. My go-to meal would probably be pasta.
Once a week, I used to treat myself to three parottas with the pocket money I saved. It tasted so good, and I loved eating it soaked in salna.
I'm a cereal girl. I have always loved my cereal ever since I was a kid.
My mom, who left Iran in 1976, steeped us in the smells, tastes, and traditions of Persian cuisine.
I crave my mom's Sloppy Joes.
I'm a purist when it comes to certain foods, and al pastor tacos (known as adobada tacos to us in Tijuana) is one of those foods. I lived off them - literally.
Bread pudding makes me weak. I have been known to be moved to tears by cookies and ice cream, and ribs are a spiritual experience for me.
When I'm able to eat cheap and delicious food, like ramen and beef bowls, I can't stop but to think, 'Ah, what a great era I was born in.'
I'm very sentimental about lobsters. The last lobster I ate was the only lobster I cooked.
One thing that I miss because we spend a lot of time in America is English food, like cooked breakfast and Sunday dinners.
If I'm out of town and I'm in a situation where I have to be creative, it has to be hot dogs because that's my comfort food.
One of the big things I miss about New York is not my friends so much; it's Shake Shack, the burger place. I miss Shake Shack.
Sometimes I miss hamburgers, I should say that. I miss the tuna pizzas at Mercer Kitchen.
I've always liked home-cooked meals.
In the 1970s, British food was beginning to get good, whereas in France it was just starting its long, sad decline. My most memorable meals, however, have been in Italy.
I missed a tuna-fish sandwich with mayo on toasted wheat bread more than anything. Six months after I went vegan, I snuck into a deli and took one home. And, of course, it wasn't nearly as good as I fantasized. It tasted, well, fishy.
I grew up in the Fifties and Sixties and remember how unpleasant all kinds of food could be then.
In terms of foods for me, I think I have more of the usual associations - foods from childhood that I associate with care and love, from relatives or special restaurants like the kind elderly man who dusted seasoning salt on French fries at the corner burger joint.
My favorite was always smothered pork chops. Smothered pork chops. That would be my request if I ever had one, and it was pretty consistent.
The food in south India is the food that I really love because it reminds me of home.
