To my flavors; those which left me satisfied, those which turned sour, those who left before I tasted them and those who always leave me craving for more. Thank you for re educating my taste.
The dissolution of a couple leaves the soul full of mourning. Occupied by "what ifs" that follow each other, leaving the spirit as an unset gelatin that at the slightest movement melts into crying. Among the burials, the one with the highest calling is the company, attended by our loved ones in the hope that their presence will help us distract from the absence of the one who is gone.
We miss who we were because no matter how light we can be, or how indigestible was the dish cooked by four hands, we'll never be that version of ourselves that existed due to pairing with that human being. Although nostalgia wins the battle against practicality and in a fit of love we decide to go back, consistency will hardly be the same, because the raw material is not what it used to be.
After the break up, hunger is a constant in our life. Foreign odors that we no longer permeate. We miss the sight of his smile, the touch of his skin. We have poorly trained ears, that squeeze the deciduous heart with just hearing him recite a monosyllable.
We miss so many things that we take a while to realize that in our life there are fewer flavors; prohibited restaurants, banishing seasonings, recipes we didn´t learn, extinct salivas and a sea of fluids with designation of origin that we can´t ever taste again.
We long for the exchange of recipes to cope with life, the kneading sessions, the banquets and even the fights that burnt our tongue. Life has become tasteless.
We miss. We cry and we fear that there is a rat eating our food scraps. We feel sick. Then we relax and digest. We get hungry again and open your palate to new flavors.
With practice, our taste becomes sophisticated; we don´t eat as much junk food as we used to and we no longer endure tasteless or pretentious dishes. Expensive prices no longer dazzle us, and we only turn to fast food when everything is closed; we have a strange craving or we do not have energy or time to cook something else. We learn to stand in line and we only accept reservations from customers we consider worthwhile. We become foodies and loving becomes a whole new experience.