In Mexico, I didn’t cook. I had my parents. They gave me everything. We weren’t rich, but we always had enough food. In the ’80s, you would hear people saying that in the United States, you make good money. People started leaving, and one of them was me. I was quite young, about 17 years old.

The first job I had was in a car wash in Encino, and then I started working in a restaurant washing dishes, and eventually learned