I was born with two extraordinary abilities as a child. The ability to eat more in one sitting than most people can eat in a day, and an odd canine like reaction to chasing balls around the playground. One has led to my downfall when it comes to personal health and the other has kept me afloat, the perfect crutch that allowed ability numéro uno to flourish. The problem first reared itself before I had even been to school. It was highlighted by the fact that I quickly graduated from Happy Meals to Big Mac Deals. God…I can’t even recall ordering a Happy Meal!!! I would quickly become the family garbage can at the disdain of the family dog. Lucky probably thought to herself, “This motherf@#$%! doesn’t leave me shit!” I think the idea of cleaning up plates goes back to an observation of my grandma Rita. I remember how little she would let go to waste and I can remember feeling guilty about having her finish what I didn’t eat. Melding the idea of leaving no trace behind with my super human eating ability and our little Latino Bambino monster was born!
