We had some hacking issues, I don’t want to blame anyone in particular but Russia seems to be in the news a lot lately for that sort of this so I’m gonna be suspicious just in case.
After a month wherein I basically gave up flavour for lent I was reminded repeatedly of the time I lost my sense of taste. That ended with a strawberry so I figured it would be fitting to grab a bunch of strawberries. I would show you the video I recorded of eating a strawberry and trying to narrate all of this but it is wildly inappropriate in a when Harry met Sally sort of way so it’s not getting posted.
Like a badly directed and ill conceived horror movie my seemingly endless suffering at the hands of a merciless and uncaring god continues. I remember the before time, when food was chewed, when words like flavour had meaning. Sadly those times are but a sad and distant memory.
After watching a lot of iZombie and strangely empathising with the brain obsessed zombie characters I have been forced to admit that the cravings for food have become ever so slightly more than a constant dull irritation. I can only imagine how hate filled future convicts will be surviving on a similar diet of tasteless goo.
So I am halfway through my crazy experiment and although the candy dreams are about as bad as they were in Bangladesh I feel otherwise fine. It appears thus far the answer to can one live on paste alone is yes, I would venture that it the answer to should one is a resounding no!