My mother says I used to sneak sticks of butter behind the sofa and chomp on ‘em like Snickers. I had a period when I ate mayonnaise straight out of the jar, during my teething phase I loved frozen peas, and since I can remember I enjoyed eating whole lemons. Before I was three, I liked spicy food (my dad is Indian), but once I was old enough to understand the responsibility of a half white kid, I sadly swore off all Indian to “fit in.”

My mother is amazing with food. When I was little, she made everything from scratch. I ate leftovers from her dinner and homemade baby food, both flattened with a fork, of course. When she was pregnant with me she tended a vegetable garden and fed herself only fresh, organic food.