Growing up, I wanted to be a pro cyclist. Then I broke my leg and doctors discovered a tumor. I stayed home for a year; I watched a lot of Jacques Pépin and Julia Child and got into cooking. But I still bike. I ride up Mt. Veeder in Napa Valley on my Wilier, early in the morning. You bike through the thick fog to the sunny top, then fly down, back into the mist.
Bourbon & Rye
I’ve amassed a collection of bourbon and rye. We’ve developed a cocktail tradition at my Napa Valley garden: When it starts to get dark and we have to stop working, we go up on a porch and sit back with a version of a Negroni made with rye or bourbon.