Someone taught me how to eat properly. Learning from others is important when it’s not working for yourself.
I never was good at learning things. I did just enough work to pass. In my opinion it would have been wrong to do more than was just sufficient, so I worked as little as possible.
I spent a lot of time in the school psychologist’s office. I didn’t apply myself. My mother thought I had learning disabilities.
I had decided I wanted to write about food, and I knew the only way to do that is to speak with authority, which meant learning the language and knowing what that experience is like.