My earliest memory revolves around soil. I was a baby sitting in my dad’s vegetable garden, staring up at the sweet corn and wanting to taste it… but unable to reach it, I shoved a handful of soil into my mouth instead. I was very confused—I was still looking at the corn, so why didn’t the stuff I put in my mouth taste like corn? Maybe I should try again..? Nope, the second handful of soil still didn’t taste like corn. After this very early encounter, I took soil for granted