When my mother would make me sandwiches for school – zucchini and eggs, pepper and eggs, everything was with eggs – the oil would drip out of the bag. She didn’t care if I lost the sandwich – she wanted that brown bag back. She used to give me artichoke sandwiches. You have no idea how embarrassing it is to sit in the schoolyard eating an artichoke with a piece of bread. A lot of kids didn’t know what it was, they’d say, Look at that guy eating flowers!