I’ve always liked to think of myself as an early-adopter. A mover and a shaker. A twister and a shouter. (Is that last one a thing? Uh, it is now.)
But I’ve come to learn that I’m actually, you know, the tardiest of tardy when it comes to a fair amount of shiny new things.
So it won’t surprise you to learn that when I started hearing rumblings about this newfangled thing called Biscoff some months ago, I filed it away into the furthest reaches of my gray matter.
Far far away!
So sure was I that Biscoff would undoubtedly be a mere flash in the pan just like fuel-powered automobiles, pasteurized milk, and the Internet…
Flash forward to modern day and I’m pretty sure I saw Biscoff running for President on my ballot a few weeks ago.
There’s Biscoff up high.
There’s Biscoff down low.
There’s Biscoff to the left.
There’s Biscoff to the right.
There’s a big cloud of dust in my face right now from that Biscoff Bandwagon speeding off into the sunset – I’m going to have to make a jump for it.