Diane Murphy

Stanley Tucci grew up in an Italian American family that spent every night around the kitchen table. He shared the magic of those meals with us in The Tucci Cookbook and The Tucci Table, and now he takes us beyond the savory recipes and into the compelling stories behind them.​ Taste is a reflection on the intersection of food and life, filled with anecdotes about his growing up in Westchester, New York.

Food has always been an integral part of Stanley Tucci’s life: from stracciatella soup served in the shadow of the Pantheon, to marinara sauce cooked between scene rehearsals and costume fittings, to home-made pizza eaten with his children before bedtime. Now, in What I Ate in One Year Tucci records twelve months of eating—in restaurants, kitchens, film sets, press junkets, at home and abroad, with friends, with family, with strangers, and occasionally just by himself.

I watched the gorgeous firefighter walk away. I couldn’t help it. Even in my loopy state, I was staring. He’d been so nice to me, I couldn’t help but like him. Of course, I knew that he was just doing his job. I was pretty confident in my curvy body, but he was a perfect 10 out of 10 and there was no way he’d be interested in me.

Aiden Stone is a six-foot-two former Marine with a permanent scowl, dark hair, and dreamy blue eyes. He’s the oldest of the Stone brothers, and his “by the book” family has battled mine for control of our small town for generations. The last thing I should do is sleep with him. Or nearly run him down with my truck. Especially since he's sort-of my new boss.

Join Steven Carter-Bailey as he talks with his guests about their relationship with food. Each guest has their favourite cake made for them by Steven, which they enjoy during a wide ranging discussion about food loves, memories, horror stories and personal favourites.

Loki's life was a lie. Everything he'd done for the last eight years was under an assumed name for the Benton Police Department. He'd lied, cheated, and stolen all in the name of the law. He wore himself thin, and not even the open road could take away the pain anymore. Then his little next door neighbor moved in, and suddenly, he had a reason to get out of bed every morning. Except he was an officer of the law and a member of a prominent motorcycle club in the area, The Dixie Wardens MC. Neither of which she could deal with.