Who am I? You might ask?

A little story…

I was – too young to remember – years old…

sitting very uncomfortably at a table of dreaded adults. Hoping this breakfast would end, so i could return to the comfort of my bedroom.

scrambled eggs served in front of me. I’ve ate them before, but they were mixed with a cheddar cheese. “Gross!” i said to my mom.

Until the moment i tasted it. That gooey string lifted from my fork, while my eyes rolled back into my head.

Amazed.

Something new.

The entire world was yelling at me…

“there’s more where that came from!”

 

 

 

 

That’s me!