Growing up, I learned life’s important
lessons at the dinner table. Like, don’t cry over spilled milk. But spilled chocolate milk? Oh, I’m crying. This powder doesn’t grow on trees. And honestly? I have no idea where it grows. Jesus may turn water into wine… But wine’s not chocolate milk. Am I a Molecular Gastronomist? Sure. I turn solids into liquids. Milk comes from cow nipples. I am Jeff, and this is my table.