When I was young, perhaps twelve years old, my mother looked at me across the dinner table, full of empty plates, and the remains of a chocolate cake “Ellie” she said, “Would you rather be hungry or full?”

I paused, considering each of the physical states- “Oh, I’d rather be eating….”

Nothing could be more apt then, to name my little project one of the greatest joys of my life. Life would be nothing without a little flavor.