At some point last night I lost my sense of taste, and man, that's a weird world. Like I have a ghost of a taste, as if my brain knows what chicken soup tastes like and is trying to make it happen anyways. It's the best Progresso soup has ever tasted.
GOTTEM GG
It has also made textures way more prominent. Tonight's dinner was chicken, mashed potatoes, and cooked fresh green beans. The beans were a little squeaky but toothsome, potatoes creamy with little solid bits (they were hand mashed), and the chicken chewy (but in a good way).
If I permanently lost my sense of taste I would become such a texture freak. And lose a fair amount of weight, because let's face it food rules.