Slut.

Sure.

Based on that quiz, I'm a non-taster. Except, I know that isn't true. I may be normal, but the thing about the quiz is it revolves around restaurant dining, which for me is a whirlwind of overstimulation. I can focus on the food, the atmo, or the people, but not really all of it. Given the choice, the people are more demanding and food slips into the role of being largely fuel. If I don't like it, I won't eat it, but I don't focus on it.

That quiz was dumb -- it gave me between supertaster and normal, but the reason I often wish the things on the menu were somewhat different isn't because I'm avoiding certain foods, it's because the kind of (small, simply decorated) restaurants I go to often have weird combinations!

If I don't focus on food, it doesn't get eaten. I have a really hard time making it just be fuel, which has its downsides (like, say, last week), but I've "counselled" a few people for whom it's always just fuel, and I'll take my picky tongue and stomach over their food experience just about any day.

eta: What I think was interesting about that quiz is that it seemed to be more about your relationship with food, and the psychological effects of what sort of a taster you are.

I scored as supertaster, which was mostly because I said I like dressing on the side, I think. And that things don't look quite how I want them on the menu. But that's because I'm picky and demanding, not because what's on there isn't probably quite tasty.

The test tells me I score either a supertaster or a nontaster and that therefore I am in between, but that my score also means I am not a normal taster. @@. I guess it would be too easy to have "Do you like white wine y/n; do you like soy y/n" etc.

I guess it would be too easy to have "Do you like white wine y/n; do you like soy y/n" etc.

From a lot of the scanning I've done this afternoon, it seems to be a poorly understood area (taste in general, supertasting as a result).

Things like bitterness being exclusively bad to those that detect it easily, except when good. Where good is pretty much a reward mechanism outside of taste--rodents nibbling for bitter foods when ill, or humans getting their caffeine or alcohol fix.

Well, my whorish taste buds and I are now insanely hungry. What would really top me off nicely would be a bowl of mixed olives; a salad of bitter greens with loads of tomatoes, some nuts, and stinky cheese crumbled up on top; and maybe a bowl of lemongrass-and-cilantro-heavy Vietnamese hot and sour soup, with a little glass of tonic water with a squeeze of lime to accompany it all. Mmmmmm.

Exactly none of which I'm likely to actually have tonight, woes.

Why don't you go get your favorite soup while you're picking up Matilda?

I'm too cheap. We may not have that exact tasty stuff at home, but we do have tasty stuff aplenty. And there's Father's Day and a crazy mess of birthdays coming up before the end of the month.

Say! You could always get me soup for my birthday! That'd be made of awesome!