So I hied myself over to Walgreens yesterday to shop the annual post-Valentine's Day candy sale. As I suspected, everything was 50% off. In fact, half the holiday merchandise area was already stocked with Easter candy. Boo: too early means stale Peeps in the Easter basket.
ANYWAY, I got two big heart boxes -- one Whitman's, one Stover's -- filled with scrumptiousness. Of course, I opened both immediately upon reentering my home (YES I WAITED), and found that the Whitman's sampler included my current favorite heart-box offering: the molasses chew.
Which got me thinking about changing tastes.
Like how I used to want a log home. Now my taste tends more toward a blend of industrial and cozy: wide spaces of concrete, brick, and wood, with small islands of color, soft light, and comfy furniture.
Or how I used to disparage romance novels. That changed last year, when I read over 30 of them. It started as research but continues as pleasure reading (no pun intended)(OK maybe a little).
But mostly I thought about food. No molasses
whatsoever passed my tongue as a kid. YECH. But now I like it. Other things I like now that I didn't then:
- marmalade
- greens
- Dijon mustard
- brie
- currants
- grits
- beer
- wine
- olives (though, apparently, I LOVED these as a toddler, when my grandfather let me eat a whole jar under his watchful eye)
I've tended to trade sweet tastes for bitter -- probably how most palates mature, I suppose.
How 'bout you? How have your tastes changed? Do you think it was physical, environmental, or caused by something else?
Wow! That looks excellent! Better than what I had tonight :) (I just posted my first recipe on my blog...it's certainly not up to par to this)
ReplyDeleteHere's Beth's take-no-prisoners dinner, folks. There's gotta be a Chuck Norris joke in there somewhere, Beth!
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