Pick up your senses for this week’s Tale Weaver!
It’s strange isn’t it how some people like the taste and flavour of one thing whilst someone else hates it.
Marmite is a classic example, you either love it or hate it, and Hubby and I are one of each.
I cannot abide the smell, let alone the taste, though I confess I did use it once in gravy as I’d run out of gravy powder and nobody noticed, though I didn’t touch it.
I have a pretty good sense of taste, but there is one thing that has eluded me since 1970.
That is the taste of a particular green fruit pastille.
I remember the year as I was on holiday with my grandfather for 2 weeks pending a cousin’s forthcoming wedding, Elvis was Number One in the charts with The Wonder of You, and the shop half way down the hill sold fruit pastilles at one and thruppence a quarter. I walked there every day for my sweets, asking for as many green ones as the shop keeper would allow.
I could not tell you what the flavour was, and for years afterwards I was cheeky enough to ask to ‘test’ a green sweet before purchasing a bag.
It was not lime or lemon and lime. It may have been greengage, or lychee, but I have never found it since.
Generally speaking though, my tastes have changed as I’ve got older, and I go through periods of ‘sweet’ or ‘savoury’ now.
However, in the confectionery line things are definitely not how they used to be. Bars are smaller, nuts are fewer, and the texture of some chocolate has deteriorated. Jelly babies are either too sweet or tasteless as are liquorice allsorts, and marshmallows are just pink or white lumps.
I still like my cheddar, but occasionally treat myself to a soft cheese with fruit such as cranberries, apricots or pineapple. Very nice with crackers!
Just thinking about it now makes my mouth water, but it’s nearly bedtime, and most people know that eating cheese before you retire can result in nightmares!