A man at a party tells you he’s a good chef. Behind him is a table of plated food, which he says he prepared. It smells incredible. You notice your empty stomach.
Do you ask the man where he went to culinary school or at which restaurant he works?
No. You taste the damn food.
I work as an English teacher in Beijing, China, and I won’t claim to have published dozens of books or graduated from a prominent MFA program. But I will let you try what I’ve made. You know what good is: Judge for yourself.