The musician and model on fussy eating, late-night sake – and why her Nashville friends call her ‘Mama K’
As a girl I hardly ate anything except dried bread, bacon, Jammie Dodgers and microwave chips. I was the fussiest, pickiest eater, sitting stubbornly in a battle of wills. And when I had a choice between going to eat or setting fire to things with a magnifying glass, I’d choose the latter.
I have a (non-identical) twin sister, born before me, and in old photos I’m always the scrawny one with collar up, wild hair and bloody knee. My sister’s lack of fussiness about food made up for my deep-rooted super-fussiness. I could move food from my plate to hers. Or hide it in my pocket to feed to local stray cats.
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