I was born in Chicago in 1927, the only child of Morris and Mildred Markowitz, who owned a small grocery store. We lived in a nice apartment, always had enough to eat, and I had my own room. I never was aware of the Great Depression.
West Hollywood is predominantly gay, so every man that came into the grocery store was shopping for his boyfriend.
I pick up energy really easily. Even if I go to the grocery store, and no one is paying attention to me, I can pick up other people’s moods, and it’s really intense.
Go to the grocery store and buy better things. Buy quality, buy organic, buy natural, go to the farmers market. Immediately that’s going to increase the quality of the food you make.
It’s what I do best – pry into people’s business and mind their business. I can’t help myself. I can’t even go through the grocery line of the grocery store without talking to people and then giving them my opinion.
I buy my produce at the local farmer’s market, which is actually cheaper than shopping at the grocery store.
