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!

The Zmayhems are making me think about calling into the Uzbeki restaurant for some soup and Spicy Carrot to pick up on the way home.

Wait a minute - they've got a way to find out for sure: [link]

I love it when the food discussion comes around. Unsurprisingly, I like spice. Lots of it, but not so much that it burns away all the flavor. Mostly, I try pretty much anything once. My grandparents were good about exposing us to lots of stuff. One of my favorite breakfasts was my grandaddy's tamales with fresh honey.

Ooh, that sounds good.