Opus 2016-181: The Peasant Palate

I am grateful that I do not have a discerning palate.  I am not totally insensitive to taste but the nuances are usually beyond me.

I can tell really good coffee from really bad coffee.  Give me Jamaican Blue, fresh roasted, hand ground and French press brewed vs Dollar Store instant and I will notice the difference; not so much whether Moka Java is better then Peruvian.  I can tell a Flemings New York strip from the stuff on sale for $1.99 and Food 4 Less.  Kobe beef is a waste on me. 

What this does is open up options for me that others might find disturbing.  I don’t need to be too picky when I go to the grocery store, just mildly selective.  You know how it is, don’t buy the bell peppers with the big, purple, soft spots on them.  Make sure the word “cheese” appears in the product name.  It is kind of simple.

Certain tastes such as liver and onions, menudo and nuoc mam don’t require taste buds, just a clothes pen for your nose.  I find comfort in the knowledge that people do actually taste things differently.  I assume that has variations like color blindness.  For all I know I may be the one who is to be most pitied. 

Meanwhile, I am sure that my political opinions are haute cuisine.

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