This post isn’t about taste as in style and decor – I mean come on, I have exceptional taste . . . much to my to GF’s disagreement. But this is more about taste buds and food. Exploring how we change as we get older.
This topic spurred from a conversation we had a work the other day, where I explained how the Salad Bar at Harvester isn’t as good as the Salad Bar at Pizza Hut – I mean what a boring adult conversation, I didn’t think I would ever get to a point in my life where I would be comparing Salad Bars but I am. I went on to explain how my dislike for Harvesters SB came from the anarchy I always witness when I am there, seeing the onions breaking loose in the pepper tray, the sauce trail contaminating everything in it’s path or the amount of watery residue that gathers in every other bowl.
Now I know this is more than likely down to the customers, we are inherently lazy and careless when it comes to spooning pasta into our bowls, because if a mess is made – it’s not our house, it’s not our place to clean up always bubbles to the surface and the state of the SB that I hate is made.
Not saying I am a saint, I’ve been known to leave my tray on a table in McDonald’s instead of putting it in the bin because and I quote: “They have Front of House floor staff to clean the tables” – plus I like to think if they come and clear my tray (which I will leave neatly packed and ready to go) they will clean and wipe down the table. If I do the tray myself what is to say they wont clean the table.
Silly I know and you are probably thinking – What a tool. But I like to think there is logic in there somewhere.
Anyway back to the point in hand. I have noticed that as I get older my food tastes and appetite has changed. But it’s the little changes that you think wouldn’t make a difference until they do. Spice being the biggest one – back in my youth I used to be able to handle the heat as it were. A spicy curry – bring it on, jalapeno poppers – easy, ASDA fresh based “American Sizzler” pizza – we’ll have two of them – and my god they had some kick to them bad boys.
But now-a-days I just can’t do it, it’s not so much the taste I can’t handle – it’s more of the aftermath, the moment I begin to turn a lovely shade of rouge and a battle is on between my forehead and nose on who can produce the most moisture. I am not about that life anymore, about putting myself through that kind of pain and humiliation – and for what? I am not a fan of the bathroom antics the next day either, but the less about that the better.
I do miss that tasty American Sizzler pizza though, it reminds me of being at college, heading to my friend’s house after class and watching a tonne of films or playing play station while indulging in some tasty pizza. (This picture is from that time, forgive the filters, a younger me was new to Instagram and excited to test it all out)
So I guess what I have learnt in this baffling game of life and growing up is that taste buds changes and maturity takes over. But that is a good thing, it means something you might not have liked 10 years ago now tastes amazing – or that drink you couldn’t stand back in the day, well now it isn’t half bad. It just means keep trying new and old things. One day you might be surprised.
It’s been a pleasure as always guys and I would love to know what you used to love but can’t stand now days.