The Pizza cure

When I was a child I would eat minimal meals. Sending me to bed without dinner wasn’t actually much of a punishment for me. At school I would sell my sandwiches, and if I didn’t like what was being served for dinner I would just eat nothing.

Then we went on holiday to Switzerland, just across from the Italian border, and one day we went across to Italy for lunch at a pizzeria. I was about 12, and my parents was surprised when I finished a whole pizza. They almost fell of their chairs when I asked if I could have another pizza, and ate it. I have loved pizza ever since. When I turned 30 I had Pizza every day for a whole week.

Now I love food.