Taste-buds personified

I thought about this introduction of myself for quite sometime, that was after I struggled to conjure up an original domain name for this blog.  So far it has been an uphill battle and I’ve managed a mere three sentences! The purpose of these ramblings of mine, are to talk about food and drink, from fois grais to french fries and champagne to paint stripper vodka.  I love to cook, be cooked for, and drink tea, coffee and the stronger stuff moderately and excessively.  Michelin star to roadside service station, the price is of little importance to my taste buds. I like to describe them as people waiting for the next exciting moment to happen outside of the mundane ham sandwiches and bowls of cereal with low-fat milk we expose them to most of the time.  A zing of lemon, full bodied red wine, salted delicate meats or bitter dark chocolate are heart-stopping, adrenalin pumping pumps events in the life of our taste buds.  They grow, develop, mature as their dining experiences broaden and become more refined and cultured.  When we taste something new that we really like, it being struck by love, our taste buds and the food connect and there is a miniature fireworks display in our mouths, like when we meet someone that we have immediate chemistry with.  Who new that our gobs were such emotionally engaged hotspots! Other foods, olives spring to mind, are and an acquired taste, we must encounter them on numerous occasions, there is a coldness in their exterior demeanour until we uncover and appreciate the depth of flavour.  It is only now that we fall in love with them and can’t get enough of them.  The diversity in colour, shape, flavour ensures we never get bored of them.  There we have it olives personified as an introverted, alternative looking young man that you keep going back to, to uncover a little more personality behind that fully buttoned shirt.  I expect at this point that you think I am slightly deranged possibly excessively analytical about food.  I am an olive!