Anyway, the time came and we all tried the paper. Needless to say, I was more than a little disappointed when all the people around me were freaking out about the bitter awful taste of the paper and I only thought it was mildly gross. I felt like Ping in "The Empty Pot". Maybe everyone was faking it and I would go up to my professor after class and say "but Dr. Michel**, I have loved food all my life, more than most of the people around me and I don't drink coffee or anything hot so I know I don't burn my tongue on a regular basis." Then he would smile and say "I have found the new emperor of the class. All the papers I gave you were just sticky notes cut up into pieces. Everyone was faking it. You were the only one who was honest." Then I would cancel finals week.
So, since that time I've had to come to grips with the fact that I'm just a regular taster who has some weird love of food, ice cream, and candy (and a complex with the word 'weird'--I always spell it 'wierd' first then have to correct myself).
* Those are my three main food groups. I know, one of my main food groups is 'food,' but ice cream and candy need to be separate from everything else.
** My professor goes by Mike Michel, even though his first name is not really Mike. It's actually William C. I don't get it either.
This was a "laugh out loud" post. Especially because we listened to the Empty Pot together just a week or so ago. Perfect analogy. I spell weird wrong every time too. (Did it again just now.)
ReplyDeleteThis blog was super funny. And I knew an overly-privilaged kid from home who was a super taster. He used to go to camp for it, and wouldn't come within feet of a salt shaker. High-maintenance. I like you better as a regular-taster.
ReplyDeleteDon't mind the typos. It's late.
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