Buds of Taste: The Neglected Tactile Interface

So you eat. Don't we all. But have you tried to enjoy your food after you accidentally burned your tastebuds while taste testing a food that you are preparing, which out of the pot was just too hot but you showed no restraint and took a big spoonful of it, charring that which is all and noble in your palate. And then you finish cooking and then proceed to eat, but there is just no way to tell if the food is to your looking since you already decimated the surface of your tongue with that hot BBQ poker. I embellish. Then you struggle to taste, but things just don't seem right. Everything tastes like chicken. Or burnt chicken. Not really. Everything has that same weird texture. Your tongue's depth perception is gone at this poin, and you just hope that it's epidermis will soon regenerate so you delight in food again and feed your predilection for gluttonous behavior.

Luckily for me this Thanksgiving holiday, I have managed to make it through the cooking process, scar-free, burn-free and have enjoyed my first round *Ding* of foodage. All 10000 of my tastebuds are intact for the taking as I am waiting for the chick with the Round 2 sign to waltz by so I can continue my spree of superfluous sucumming to satiate self. You know be thankful for everything you have. I mean, sure we all don't have everything, but I'm glad to be able to walk on my two feet today and breathe. My family is doing well, and we all work. So the little things in life. Be thankful. Because others aren't as fortunate as we are. To blog whenever I feel like it. Over broadband. The little things in life. So anyways, peace to all and good will to all and have a great one.

And don't eat too much. I'll probably make that same mistake again as I always do. Oops, too late. Peace.