Which is a bummer, because, I love to eat.
I especially love to eat brunch at the goat cheese making class because it is DELICIOUS!!!! Hand crafted cheeses with exceptional flavors, farm fresh, bright yellow eggs, warm freshly ground whole wheat bread, homemade peach preserves, cold goat’s milk, hot coffee and my favorite…honey vanilla yogurt with fruit and nuts. It is TO DIE FOR.
And that’s just what my taste buds did last night, sometime in the middle of the night: DIE.
In the middle of the night, I woke up with a cough that wouldn’t go away with a drink of water, so to avoid completely awakening everyone in my family with my hacking, I snuck out of bed (which is relative, when you’re having a mini coughing attack) in search of a throat drop.
In the bathroom, I had two choices. Cepacol Throat Lozenge, which I knew would make my throat go numb…not necessary since I’m not sick and don’t have a sore throat…or Cold Eeze Zinc Lozenge. I chose the Cold Eeze.
BAD CHOICE. Bad girl. Bad girl. Bad girl.
After-the-fact, I have squeezed some internet research into my class filled day, to learn that one of the “normal” side effects of Cold Eeze Zinc Lozenges is a loss (temporary, they say) of taste.
But, on the bright side, it’s an experience that helps you appreciate your ability to taste, when you had it.
And, a clear realization as to why many elderly people (I used to work as an Occupational Therapist with older people) overly salt their food. With age, many lose their sense of taste, think the food isn’t properly spiced, and pour on the salt.
Well, at brunch, salt was the only flavor I could taste. If I put it straight on my plate and dipped the cheese straight into it.
Otherwise, I was eating, “Hand crafted whitish stuff with the exceptional texture of thick sand, farm fresh, bright yellow rubber, warm freshly ground squishy sponge, homemade cold preserves, cold goat’s liquid, hot dirty water and my favorite…honey vanilla wallpaper paste with chunks.” It was far from To Die For.
I, many times, forgot about my taste bud impairment, and wondered how I could have so misguided my mozzarella makers that they didn’t put any salt (although I distinctly remembered they had…) into the chalk trying to pass as cheese that I was attempting to swallow.
And, how, after helping one of my students drench the yogurt in honey and vanilla, it could have tasted so distinctly like unsweetened flour mixed with water.
Aaaahhh, yes, I just can’t taste it. Right. How quickly we forget.
So, now it’s 18 hours past the Cold Eeze introduction to my mouth. I am just starting to barely be able to taste. Hopefully sleep will work its healing wonders and rinse all the zinc straight out of my mouth, taste buds and body.
And, you heard it here first:
I HAVE THROWN ALL THE COLD EEZE AWAY AND WILL NEVER BUY IT AGAIN.
And, I recommend you don’t either.
– The Goat Cheese Lady