I feel the most joy when I’m eating. I try to eat a lot, small portions, but all the time. Food is connected to a certain part of our brain that brings back memories. Last month I went to my friend’s house and her mom was making tortillas de maíz, and she allowed me to taste the first tortilla because the guest gets the first tortilla. I tasted it with salt and I cried–I’m crying right now. I didn’t realize that connection was so deep within myself. I had never experienced that in my life. Eating that corn tortilla was the most glorious moment I’ve had. I think it was the love put into its preparation. My family wasn’t a corn tortilla family, we were a flour tortilla family. My Nana, my mother’s mom, would always make flour tortillas. I remember the love my Nana would give to me–I would get the first tortilla because I was the first grandchild.