How I became a food writer

Once, a million years ago, I was young with a minimal job at Mademoiselle; but I had an apartment, and I loved to entertain and give gifts of food. I thought of myself as a writer, although I was a copy editor. After a while, I was given the job of copyediting the work of Leo Lerman, a contributing editor and substantial, bearded man. I think they gave it to me because I had grown up with a mother who wrote chicken scrawl and I could read his writing. Moreover, I had a mind stuffed with cultural trivia, so I was liable to know what his vast array of references actually referred to.