I now have a big neon sign in my kitchen which says вЂFlowersвЂ™ and is modelled around a flamingo font, so it has a very specific swing to it.

which goes, вЂњItвЂ™s such a gorgeous sight, to see you eat in the middle of the night.вЂќ And thereвЂ™s Drops Of Jupiter by the band Train which has the line, вЂњCan you imagine no love, pride or deep-fried chicken?вЂќ When I hear those songs I think, вЂњOh no, dude.вЂќ It feels that food doesnвЂ™t really belong in rock вЂ™ nвЂ™roll, somehow. So I took up cigarettes, just to get smoke breaks. The only way bus-boys were allowed out for a break was if they said, вЂњI wanna go out for a smoke.вЂќ Say, вЂњI wanna go and listen to Hunky Dory for five minutesвЂќ and theyвЂ™d laugh. I worked as a bus-boy at a fancy restaurant in CaesarвЂ™s Palace in Vegas, cleaning tables and pouring water, coffees and iced teas. I loved and still miss her occasional upside-down cake. On the on-ramp to the I15 in Nephi, there was a sign IвЂ™d see every day as a teenager: вЂњLas Vegas, 6 Hours, 300 miles.вЂќ So, at 16, I went back and moved in with an aunt, a full-time single parent who didnвЂ™t have much time to prepare meals for us but would always make a big hamburger for herself, every single day. WeвЂ™d be told horror stories of people falling onto the fryers and being severely burnt.Д«ut there was always something calling me back to Vegas. It felt like rubbing hot Mexi-Fries into my face. IвЂ™d pour the grease and a mist would come up, which I couldnвЂ™t avoid. The most laborious and dangerous part was emptying grease and burrito sediments from the fryer at the end of the night. I worked counter, swept floor and cleaned the bathrooms. When I was 15 I started working after school and at weekends at Taco Time, in Nephi, Utah. Some of my most precious memories are of being driven in his 46 Chevy truck or his giant 49 Buick to have Cokes. I associate it with early bonding with my father. ItвЂ™s not doctrine but culturally frowned upon. At some point drinking Coca Cola became an issue. ItвЂ™s so hard to make it through, but I do put in the effort. WeвЂ™re encouraged to fast вЂ“ including no water вЂ“ for 24 hours each month and IвЂ™m terrible at it. We have a thing called The Word of Wisdom, which stipulates no alcohol, no drugs, no coffee, no tea. We also have funeral potatoes, which are served at our funerals and are so good вЂ“ theyвЂ™re to die for. There are a lot of funny stereotypical things about us Mormons, like that we love eating Jell-O.

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