my senses: taste
Anyone who has known me for at least two hours can attest to my near-constant desire to eat. In truth, it's probably traceable to a psychological glitch whereby i am unable to recognise my own stomach's fullness, but i'd prefer to attribute it to an insatiable capacity for taste. Whereas my stomach can physically accommodate only so much food, my taste buds are essentially tireless.
I can enjoy more than i can store. I can bite off more than I can chew. Although i may not have the world's most learned tongue, i certainly have an appreciative one. So i can't tell the difference between certain wines or name every spice in a meal - if it tastes good, who cares? The problem with my infinite hunger is that indulging it is the only way to satisfy it, but down that road lie overstuffedness, sickness, and blowinguplikeaballoon-ness. Naturally, i ignore this. Why let worries about personal well being interfere with a good meal? Heehee!
What is and what is not good taste depends on many things: upbringing, cultural differences, your personality and environment. I think that, ultimately, the definition of good taste is: it's whatever you want it to be. It is a sense that distinguishes the sweet, sour, salty, and bitter qualities of dissolved substances in contact with the taste buds on the tongue. Love is like this once you subsititute 'tongue' with 'heart'.
Sweetness is receiving an unexpected sms of good luck or encouragement from him/her.
Sourness is when he/she hurries past you with a brief smile to give the person behind you a big hug.
Saltiness makes you thirsty, it is having a 1 hour chat with him/her and just after you hang up the phone you wish to hear his/her voice again.
Bitterness...makes you wish you've never set your eyes upon that dish in the first place and it leaves a lingering taste that refuses to go away.
I can enjoy more than i can store. I can bite off more than I can chew. Although i may not have the world's most learned tongue, i certainly have an appreciative one. So i can't tell the difference between certain wines or name every spice in a meal - if it tastes good, who cares? The problem with my infinite hunger is that indulging it is the only way to satisfy it, but down that road lie overstuffedness, sickness, and blowinguplikeaballoon-ness. Naturally, i ignore this. Why let worries about personal well being interfere with a good meal? Heehee!
What is and what is not good taste depends on many things: upbringing, cultural differences, your personality and environment. I think that, ultimately, the definition of good taste is: it's whatever you want it to be. It is a sense that distinguishes the sweet, sour, salty, and bitter qualities of dissolved substances in contact with the taste buds on the tongue. Love is like this once you subsititute 'tongue' with 'heart'.
Sweetness is receiving an unexpected sms of good luck or encouragement from him/her.
Sourness is when he/she hurries past you with a brief smile to give the person behind you a big hug.
Saltiness makes you thirsty, it is having a 1 hour chat with him/her and just after you hang up the phone you wish to hear his/her voice again.
Bitterness...makes you wish you've never set your eyes upon that dish in the first place and it leaves a lingering taste that refuses to go away.
Labels: introspection
