If Failure Wasn’t an Option, I’d Be Everyone’s Favorite Bite

Turning risks into recipes and corneas into causes—because failure isn’t on the menu.

Imagine this: you’re in the middle of nowhere, craving something other than stale fries and ketchup. You spot it—my product—front and center at some random diner. Not your basic BBQ or ranch, but something so good it whispers, “You’ll regret not trying me.”

That’s the dream: a food empire that sneaks into every pantry, every diner, every late-night snack sesh.

The Plan? World Domination via Taste Buds

Step one: start with one killer product. Step two: expand to snacks, seasonings, and maybe cocktails in a can. Every item tells a story—a little Puerto Rican spice, a dash of Chicago winter drama, and a lot of me. Picture a hot sauce called “Lake Effect Firestorm” or a snack line named “Crunch Therapy.” Stress-eating never tasted so good.

And the profits? Forget yachts or mansions. I’d use them to pay for crosslinking procedures to save corneas for everyone with Keratoconus¹. Because saving corneas > saving for a Ferrari.

But Isn’t Failing Half the Fun?

Sure, being guaranteed success sounds great, but where’s the chaos? The sleepless nights? The existential dread? Failure keeps things spicy. Success? It’s just one more thing to stress about, but at least I’d be doing it while eating my own chips. So, yeah. If failure wasn’t an option, I’d build an empire that’s weird, wonderful, and absolutely delicious.

And one day, when you’re at a diner in the middle of nowhere, you’ll see my product and think, “Damn, she really did it.”

Thanks for stopping by,

besisss —

Génesis ❤️‍🔥