1. I now like pickles. For as far back as my memory databanks go, I’ve maintained a robust dislike for the sour cucumber. But last night I ordered a Cuban (sandwich, not the cigar or a living resident of Cuba) and forgot to remove the pickles. In place of the sirens that usually go off when one breaches my taste buds, a thought. “Hmm, this tastes interesting” crossed my mind, and I tentatively took another bite. My suspicions were confirmed: the pickle can be a tasty and complimentary addition to a meal.
I welcome such changes in my tastes. It keeps life interesting and strong-arms me into continually re-evaluating my positions on matters great and small. Just don’t expect me to afford the same warm feelings to the gherkin.
2. The Gin Rickey may be the ultimate alcoholic concoction. Even now I can taste it on my lips: the tang of lime, the subtle Tanqueray gin, the coating of sugar atop masterfully crushed ice. It’s confectionary, without possessing an overwhelming sweetness that so many sugary drinks can devolve to after a few sips.
I can imagine sipping it on my porch during a hot summer’s day. Now to begin construction on my porch.
