Ever wondered how your buddy can enjoy that Durian shake? Why some people like the Panago slice and profess to hate the PP slice? And why your very best friend can’t understand your love for the maple pecan danish while you’ve tried to demonstrate so many times?!
It would seem that our taste buds are just as subjective as our taste for clothes, movies or books. Perhaps all these senses are not so different after all, although your taste buds are unavoidably on your tongue. I like to imagine that these other tastes have real, physical buds stealthily hidden elsewhere on our bodies. (no, this is not my scientific belief)
Somewhere under your epidermis, a group of literature buds are hard at work: “hmm, nope, nope, a bit too ironic; it could have used a little more metaphor.”
So the next time you’re about to raise an eyebrow as your buddy dives into a chili while you eat your spinach salad, just remember that some people like their N. Sparks and others like their J. Joyce. (no direct correlation implied, except that A Walk to Remember would perhaps have a culinary translation to a large cheesecake laced with arsenic – pardon my bias.)
Athos
