# Food Didn’t Just Feed Me. It Saved Me. My earliest memory of food probably doesn’t sound like a good one. I was about six or seven years old. My mother was in the hospital, and I went to visit her. Outside, there was a fresh fruit stand, the kind you see in New York with everything stacked up, colorful, alive, right there on the sidewalk. They had raw sugar cane. I had eaten sugar cane before. I loved the sweetness of it, the chew, the way you had to work through it a littl
