Redemption

I know... I'm a little off my rocker when it comes to taste. Literal taste - as in one of the five senses... not as in 'taste in' clothes or art.

But few can deny that while difficult and odd and generally useless, I DO seem to have a genuinely sensitive sense of taste.

My mother, who has been battling this sense of taste of mine since I first saw Aaron refuse his first egg, is a hold out.

She thinks its all in my mind.

For example, she does not believe that I can taste a difference when she uses food coloring in cake or frosting.

It is totally different in taste and texture - especially when liberally colored... which is Abby's favorite way of coloring food.

So I said, go ahead, test me.

So blindfolded, with my mom administering the test. She gave me just the two bites to start with. And I knew IMMEDIATELY when she gave me the food colored one. (To be fair - since her frosting is not a precise art, I needed to taste both to tell the difference - but I did - in fact that should give me DOUBLE points because the frosting doesn't always taste the same and STILL I could taste the food coloring).

Despite this, she still didn't believe me. Mix it up, I challenged - give me two of one and one of the other or none of the other. So I got 2 out of 3 that time but only because I doubted myself...AND I was still completely sure when I got to the food coloringed one.

SO 3 out of 4, blind, taste test.

Do I get solid recognition from her? No. She still doesn't believe me. But that's fine. She can make me cupcakes every week and I can keep proving my useless talent. Works for me.