he changed my life, he saved my life, literally. i was in such a bad way in a very repetitive cycle of being disbelieved, in significant pain. probably the most significant time in my life, one of them, and i don't know where i'd be if i didn't see him. because i owe him my life, basically. this was the last solid food, the last proper meal loretta had with her family six years ago. how do you feel about loving cooking and not being able to eat? sounds a bit weird, doesn't it? i think because i have been always passionate about cooking and it's been a dream of mine to pursue more than just a hobby, i think that's just part of me.