Foodie at 8

I knew I was a foodie by the age of 8. I discovered it trick or treating one Halloween. The lady who lived down the street made caramel popcorn balls, and cat hair aside, they were delicious. The kids wanted to skip her house, just like the house of the lady who handed out pennies, but not me. When I offered to trade them all of my candy for each of their popcorn balls, they called me crazy, they called me stupid. Now I’m no fool, chocolate is delicious, good chocolate, but waxy mini candy bars just don’t cut it. I had figured out the savory, salty, sweet combo at a young age.