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Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Opus 2013-391: A Peasant and His Palate

I am going to have to accept the fact that I do not have a discerning palate. 

This comes to mind because recently I was forced to go to instant coffee if I wanted coffee.  My coffee maker was acting like a smart phone and trying to tell me to do things that may have been moral but were impossible.  How can it claim to have no water in the reservoir when it was half full?  It was kind of like Social Security in reverse. 

So I dug out my emergency supplies and boiled some water.

My observation was that the instant coffee was not as bad as some of the cheap brewed coffee I have had over the years.  It was different.  It was distinct.  It was drinkable.  If that observation makes me a Philistine in your eyes, so be it.

I wonder how much of the criticism is based on elite arrogance rather than true taste.  Remember, millions like sushi.  Many swear by menudo and caviar.  Some people eat their steak rare.

If that is discerning, then I will forever remain a peasant.

homo unius libri

2 comments:

  1. My wife has extremely sensitive taste. Over the years, she's embarassed quite a few folks in stores doing their taste tests. I, on the other hand, like good food, but am mostly just satisfied to "fill the hole."

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    1. Part of our Christmas ritual is to gather many cheeses and sample. We just look at my wife as strange when she pronounces that a cheese tastes like dirt or another tastes like soap. To each his own taste buds.

      Grace and peace.

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