Before you ask: No, not like the rat from Ratatouille.
My parents met a Remy in Paris (an actual human one) and thought she was incredibly cool, so they gave me her name. I’m pretty sure the other Remy was running through sewers and cheffing up some French cuisine at the time, which might explain why I like to cook and operate best in controlled chaos. Maybe the name Remy just comes with a tendency to create things whether it be words or Ratatouille.
