I’m getting a bit fed up of not being able to taste things. Food is usually such a joy but so much of it is passing me by now. Chemo attacks the lining of the gullet and mouth and taste is often affected. Thankfully, it only lasts for about 10 days each cycle. About the half the time. For those 10 days my mouth is dry and sore and everything tastes like cardboard.
Last week I made a chicken korma and everyone said it was lovely. I could taste a bit of cumin but that was about it. 2 hours of cooking and all I got was a hint of cumin and the pulp of a naan bread.
Another day I really fancied a marshmallow and nothing! Couldn’t taste sugar at all and all a marshmallow is is sugar. I can taste pickled onions though so I had what we call Grandma’s stew (lamb stew) with pickled onions for lunch. It’s disheartening not to be able to taste and hard to carry on with a meal that seems to be just pulp and vinegar.
Sometimes tastes break through like the cheese in this Stilton and Steak pie my friend made for me. Oh but I am not supposed to eat blue cheese because of the risk of infection. Yeah, well. Sometimes you just have to say sod it and enjoy your dinner.
As a society food is everything, or at least it seems to be. Endless cookery books, blogs, cooking programmes. It’s how we define who we are and who we want to be. What explanation can there be, other than upward social mobility, for the prevalence of quinoa?
All our food must be free range, healthy, thrifty and aspirational. I am not saying I don’t go along with some of these. I certainly make sure I buy free range meat. Check out little black pig for fantastic meat! It just seems to me that everyone has something to say about diet and being a cancer patient seems to mean you are expected to be even more obsessed with the health implications of what you eat.
I can’t keep up with it all. High protein, low carb, lots of veg, no sugar, super foods, everything brown. It seems to me that once I add it all together all advice seems contradictory. I figure if you just go along with what is actually an old fashioned notion of eating real food rather over processed crap then you will probably be ok.
I’m going with my Mum’s advice of everything in moderation.
Except the cream buns my friend brought before my taste buds abandoned me. I didn’t eat those with any sense of moderation at all.