I have fond memories from growing up in Switzerland and drinking a glass of warm milk with a spoonful of honey before bed.

When I was a child, she'd have me wash the lettuce ten times or open walnuts by hand to make a cake. I was like, 'Mom, this is ridiculous.' But now? I run my kitchen the same way.

As I mature as a chef, I no longer aim to pack multiple techniques and ingredients into a single dish. Realizing that restraint is more difficult, I find it often renders incredibly beautiful results.

I do believe there will always be a place for beautiful cookbooks that are real books.