What I Ate in One Year Quotes

“We’re actors. We’re the opposite of people.” He’s not wrong.”
― Stanley Tucci, What I Ate in One Year:

“I make this just about every week. Part of the beauty of a certain dish or a meal is that it is ephemeral. It can be repeated but it will never be the same. Like the performance of a play. The lines and staging will be the same, but the result will always be a little different. Always the same but different.”
― Stanley Tucci, What I Ate in One Year:

“When I was that age, I was wandering around Manhattan hoping someone might give me the opportunity to practice the noble vocation for which I had trained so hard, pretending to be someone else. Tragic when you think about it, even without the”
― Stanley Tucci, What I Ate in One Year:

“The slower one becomes, the faster time moves. How? Why? Is it because we finally understand time and are now able to gauge how long we've got left?”
― Stanley Tucci, What I Ate in One Year

“Olive oil: Two 1-quart bottles of regular, Filippo Berio, and one 5-quart bottle of our favorite extra-virgin that we use every day, Il Cavallino, from Tuscany”
― Stanley Tucci, What I Ate in One Year:

“2 extra-large saucepans (a sixteen-inch saucepan and a fourteen-inch Stanley Pan)”
― Stanley Tucci, What I Ate in One Year:

“large red onions, thinly sliced, then roughly chopped 8 small anchovies, rinsed and finely chopped Extra-virgin olive oil Butter 6 salted, dried capers, roughly chopped Chicken or vegetable stock 9 ounces spaghetti Breadcrumbs and chopped parsley, for serving In a large pan over medium heat, cook the onions and anchovies in a glug of olive oil and a knob of butter until soft, without letting them brown. Add the capers. Add a couple of ladlefuls (about 2 cups) chicken or vegetable stock and cook for 5 to 10 minutes. Meanwhile, boil the spaghetti until al dente. Strain the pasta, reserving a bit of pasta water. Add the pasta and a splash of pasta water to the mixture in the pan. Add a bit more butter and olive oil and toss together. Serve in a bowl. Sprinkle with a handful of breadcrumbs and chopped parsley.”
― Stanley Tucci, What I Ate in One Year:

“Sauté the onions with a little olive oil, a smashed garlic clove, white wine, and a little sugar and let them cook down slowly. Transfer to a bowl and set aside. Sear the chops in a little butter and oil for a few minutes on either side, then return the onions to the pan. Add a bay leaf, a sprig of thyme, a bit of rosemary, some chicken stock, and more wine. Turn down the heat, cover it, and let it cook for about 10 minutes.”
― Stanley Tucci, What I Ate in One Year:

“But in the end, I really just want what every parent wants, which is for them to feel proud of me.”
― Stanley Tucci, What I Ate in One Year:

“Felicity was out at a “retirement dinner.” I didn’t know sex clubs hosted those.”
― Stanley Tucci, What I Ate in One Year:

“After helping with a bit of homework, I left them with our nanny and scooted off to Matteo’s parent-teacher conferences alone as Felicity was ostensibly out at a “book launch.” (I hate to say anything, but she has more launches than Cape Canaveral.)”
― Stanley Tucci, What I Ate in One Year:

“We were in bed early as Felicity has to leave tomorrow morning for the Cotswolds to “work,” and Matteo is having his tonsils out and we wanted him to get a good night’s rest.”
― Stanley Tucci, What I Ate in One Year:

“My father is back home from the hospital, completely recovered and in good form, as they say. My mother is much better as well and says she feels like she just has a cold. I am thankful. We cannot prove that I gave my parents the dreaded virus, but considering the fact that I met hundreds of people in New York before visiting them, coupled with my flulike symptoms, it is more than likely that I was the culprit. Had they been compromised for the long term or worse (died), how could I have ever forgiven myself? I don’t want to think of it because I have thought of it too often this last week. Anyway, all is well, and my sister Gina is there looking after them brilliantly but dreading she will catch it herself. Fingers crossed her good deed goes unpunished.”
― Stanley Tucci, What I Ate in One Year:

“have tested negative. My sense of taste and smell are returning, albeit slowly. The last time this happened (just before the first lockdown I thought I had a flu for about a day and a half and then we realized it was most likely Covid), they disappeared for about five days and then slowly crept their way back. I am relieved for the obvious reasons I stated before. Unfortunately, my mother is not feeling very well and has just tested positive.”
― Stanley Tucci, What I Ate in One Year:

“I have traveled endlessly around the world for the last three years, been tested countless times, felt unwell many times, but never tested positive, and yet this is the one time I test positive?!? This trip, to visit my aging parents so I can spend some quality time with them in the winter of their years! Really!?! Felicity calmed me down as usual. We called my parents and alerted them. Two days later we got a call that my father was in the hospital with Covid and pneumonia in one lung. They put him on intravenous antibiotics. By the next day he was a bit better, but then they removed the IV and he was told that the pneumonia was Covid induced and that the antibiotics would not work. That was confusing. But they gave him remdesivir to treat the virus. I am very nervous about his condition, especially since I am undoubtedly the one who gave him the virus.”
― Stanley Tucci, What I Ate in One Year:

“In the children’s rucksacks were water bottles tucked into side pockets designed specifically for water bottles. Before we placed them in the gray bins, I asked Felicity if they were empty, and she told me they indeed were. She is not one to lie. At least about such things.”
― Stanley Tucci, What I Ate in One Year:

“Jilly was as gracious as ever, still standing and chatting vivaciously when we departed, which is a miracle for someone who has basically lived on mayonnaise and champagne for eighty-six years.”
― Stanley Tucci, What I Ate in One Year:

“We spent the day at the house with the architect, the engineer, the landscapers. I am very excited about the prospect of creating a home where we can spend time together as a family, where friends and extended family can come for long weekends, where I can build an art studio and an auxiliary kitchen in which to film a cooking show that has been percolating in my hungry mind for a while now, where we can plant a vegetable garden and a small orchard and put the benefits of them to good use every season, where my daughters, or sons, can get married, where Felicity can bring her lover(s), where my proctologist(s) can visit, and where our grandchildren can spend time with their cousins for years to come when I am no longer here.”
― Stanley Tucci, What I Ate in One Year:

“Upon her arrival, she was delighted to see the children of course, smothered them with hugs and kisses, cursorily pecked me on the cheek, and started to eat.”
― Stanley Tucci, What I Ate in One Year:

“After more of this redundant lunacy, Felicity breezed downstairs beautifully made up, coiffed, and smelling of jasmine or something all too alluring, kissed the kids, and muttered a brisk goodbye that I just barely heard over the sound of my scouring. She obviously must have forgotten that I was to rub shoulders with royalty this morning, because her only words to me were, “Can you strain that broth I made last night?” As the front door slammed I prayed for her train to be delayed.”
― Stanley Tucci, What I Ate in One Year:

“That evening Felicity sautéed some scallops, but they didn’t really sear because the pan had not gotten hot enough, which was my fault because I had reduced the heat, as the butter was about to burn, and didn’t communicate that. They didn’t work out as well as she had hoped.”
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