You Know, One, Two, Three,

I Love Food And I Love Everything Involved With Food. I Love The Fun Of It. I Love Restaurants. I Love Cooking, Although I Don't Cook Very Much. I Love Kitchens.

One Does, After All, Take On Many Of The Givens Of A Society When One Takes On Its Language.

You Know, One, Two, Three, Four, Five Years Go By And Then Marcos Gets A Little Boring.

What I Wonder Is What Would Happen In California, Say, If All The Mexicans Left From One Day To The Next?

So, You Know, I Always Say That I'm A Mexican, But If I Had To Be A Citizen Of Anywhere Else, I'd Be A Citizen Of Manhattan. I Feel Very Much A New Yorker.