Imagine me: a midwife.
At the time, Her Majesty’s Government insisted that a British nurse had to deliver 50 babies before undertaking special training in a specific branch of medicine. Because I wanted to study neuroanatomy and neurophysiology, (brain and spinal chord), I enrolled as a student at the University of Aberdeen in Scotland, and after a few months, struggled, alone, through the endless snow — on my bike — to find the Moms.
I drank a lot of tea.
Thus I learned the labor-intensive process of writing a food book.