I don’t like semi-sweet chocolate.
But I feel like I should. I mean, it’s semi-sweet. That semi gives it an edge. Some bite. It’s darker and more mysterious. More grown up. But I like milk chocolate. Milk chocolate doesn’t compete with other flavors that chocolate should hang out with, like peanut butter. But isn’t that what kids eat? Peanut butter cups with milk chocolate? I like chocolate for babies.
I don’t like olives.
I wish I could. Olives are one of those foods that when people like them, they really like them. You can put them everywhere! On pizzas, in salads, in bread, or even fancy drinks. People who like olives must have such sophisticated palettes. I think I’ll go have a cucumber.
I don’t like coffee.
Now, take out the caffeine and add some sugar, cream, and hazelnut syrup and you’ve got yourself a deal. But at that point it’s hardly coffee. Coffee is just the vehicle for a sugary liquid morning-dessert. Don’t people who drink their coffee black seem so bad-ass? “I’ll take my coffee black,” said the most bad-ass woman ever. Maybe I’ll have some peppermint tea.
Maybe I have simple tastes. Or maybe, as I told my parents when I was a kid, I don’t like all that stuff because my tastebuds actually work and yours are old and broken down.
Or maybe, just maybe…I appreciate subtlety.
I love vanilla ice cream.
A fine vanilla ice cream. Quality. Purity. Vanilla bean, french vanilla, tahitian vanilla. Infinite, intricate varitions on creaminess, coolness, iciness, flavor. The taste of comfort and clean and elegance. Lightness. No distractions. Just like I
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