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As I’ve reached middle age, and my sense of taste degrades, I’ve downgraded cucumber’s taste from “rancid farts” through “standard farts” to “mild farts”.
They still taste of farts, but eventually you just decide that life’s easier if you just accept that cucumbers and most cruciferous veg tastes of farts, but hardly anybody else can taste it and they don’t know what you’re on about, so you just eat them and say “yum yum, that was great” for the sake of a quiet life.
I could not possibly have described the experience better. That’s exactly how my relationship with them has evolved. Poetic. And your comment naturally took on David Mitchell’s voice in my head.
As I’ve reached middle age, and my sense of taste degrades, I’ve downgraded cucumber’s taste from “rancid farts” through “standard farts” to “mild farts”.
They still taste of farts, but eventually you just decide that life’s easier if you just accept that cucumbers and most cruciferous veg tastes of farts, but hardly anybody else can taste it and they don’t know what you’re on about, so you just eat them and say “yum yum, that was great” for the sake of a quiet life.
I could not possibly have described the experience better. That’s exactly how my relationship with them has evolved. Poetic. And your comment naturally took on David Mitchell’s voice in my head.