Stephen wrote:

>
> Ever thought that it is your taste buds wearing out? After all you are
> getting on a bit, Sherry. :-P
>

:)  You know, I can almost get myself convinced of that--right up until 
I encounter some product that actually tastes right.

Oh, here's another one:  Tomatoes.  A few years back, I managed to keep 
a couple of tomato plants alive (in spite of the infamous Missouri 
weather).  Whenever I would go outside to play a few rounds of Fetch the 
Tennis Ball with Amelia the Wonder Dog, I'd stop at the tiny garden and 
water the plants, pull a few weeds, and so forth.  Amelia couldn't 
understand why I would waste my time with a bunch of stinky old plants 
when there was a perfectly good dog right there to play with.

Then, one day, as the first tomato started getting ripe, something about 
it caught her attention.  "Wait a minute, waaaaaait a minute.  It's 
beginning to smell like People Food, but it looks...like...a BALL!!!" 
After that, gardening became fascinating.  At last, the big day arrived. 
  She stared with great intensity (as well as a lot of lip-licking and a 
bit of drool) as I picked the first tomato.  Well, it looked really good 
to me, too, so I got out my trusty SAK and sliced off a bite.  Oh, yeah, 
nice.  So then I sliced off a bite for Amelia.  She said it was 
wonderful.  So we sat on the grass and shared that first tomato (and, 
throughout that summer, most of the remaining ones as well; very few of 
them actually made it as far as the kitchen).

But, as much as she liked those home-grown tomatoes, Amelia Will Not, 
Under Any Circumstances, eat a supermarket tomato.  Home-grown tomatoes, 
fine.  Farmer's market tomatoes, fine.  Supermarket tomatoes, nuh-uh, 
not so much.

Did I mention that she's a DOG?  It strikes me that when someone whose 
favorite pastimes are eating, ball-fetching, and eating, and whose 
favorite foods include things like sticks, dirt, and sun-dried dead 
snakes--when that individual rejects supermarket tomatoes, then they 
must have gotten pretty bad.

>
> That was nicely written and describes exactly how I felt. When I moved
> to an area where all of the butchers were halal. That's what chicken
> tasted like when it was a treat. :-)
>

Thank you!  (Blushes modestly.)  Yes, I've often heard that the best 
meats come from kosher butcher shops (which, I imagine, is pretty much 
the same thing, politics aside).  Sadly, I seem to be in the wrong part 
of the universe for that sort of place.

>
>>
>> * Black pepper, garlic powder, cumin, and paprika.  And, of course, love.
>>
>
> And of course the ingredient you will be keeping back. ;-)
>

Well, you COULD add a dash of onion powder if you like.  And perhaps a 
tiny bit of cayenne.  And some--oh, look!  A shiny thing!

>
> I and a few others still have a few years on you, young lady. :-)
>

OMG, I've stumbled into a nest of geezers!  ;)

> It is good to see you dropping in again.
>

Thanks!  FSM willing and the crick don't rise (and the Internet 
connection fails to fail, and the house doesn't blow away to Oz, and so 
forth), I can hang around a bit.

--Sherry "One Giant Mass of Wrinkles" Shaw


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