I'm a masochist. Pain? Yes please!
I love the endorphin high; pain forces me to be in the moment, and it's enjoyable for that reason.
Interestingly enough I've always loved a certain amount of discomfort, not always the face-slapping kind mind you. I love spicy food, the hotter the better. The more it makes me sweat the more in love I am. (Knowing this Sir is going to eventually hide the cayenne pepper from me when I cook.) It's that discomfort that makes me enjoy it so.
Of course it doesn't stop there - bitter, sour, and an obscene amount of salt. I have no issue sipping straight apple cider vinegar. I've always downed pickle juice like it was no one's business, and I love the salt brine from green olives. Yum! I've just given away all of my favorite snack foods.
On the flip side I've never cared much for sweet things. I don't much care for cake, ice cream (sorbet is another story), candy (except ultra and dark bitter chocolate), and other sugary things. If I do get a sweet treat I desire the 'sweet' to be very subtle.
I wonder if my odd collection of tastes is really some undercover masochism.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
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Masochism or just lazy taste buds? Grin.
Obscene amounts of salt and brine are a bit questionable, but spicy, sorbet, dark chocolate...that's simply sophistication!
I am personally a rarer the better steak person, darker the better beer and chocolate person.
And as it happens, I eat hard boiled eggs with vinegar poured into the space where the yolk used to be.
Some connection between our diet and our sexual appetites? Perhaps...
Lollie -
Lazy tastes it might be! Eh, I think I just love the ego inflation of thinking it might be something deeper.
Constance -
I've never heard of the boiled egg/vinegar thing. Wow.
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