Once, not so long ago, my life was saved by a meal. But not literally. At the time I was eating three deliciously prepared vegetarian meals a day, made with mostly organic ingredients, served in a lovely setting, surrounded by friends and other good people. Food was abundant and easy to obtain, as it usually is here in the Western world.
Nonetheless, I was utterly and completely depleted. Exhausted and overworked, I was pushed beyond my limits in my position as head cook of, ironically, that very same vegetarian kitchen. There I was, feeding over sixty people three meals a day, six days a week but I had forgotten how to feed myself.