While dicing the berries, the sweet, fruity aroma got me ethereally enticed. My senses got helplessly clouded. Ohohoh! Why do I hate strawberries in the first place? How can it be? They smell so unbelievably heavenly and wonderful!
It was then I recalled what made me avoid berries and grapes like a plague. SOURNESS. I can't stand sourness. Not even a whiff of it. I think someone up there wired me in this way such that I have a double dosage of tolerance for spiciness, but absolutely none for sour. Gee...
I made the jam with reference to AllRecipes. It turned out good! In fact, it's better than good! Ok, it might fall short of the commercial ones, but at least it's still a true-blue strawberry jam! It IS tasty! AND it's healthy and preservatives-free! And the best part? I can cater the strawberry jam to the preference of my own tastebuds!
This is my breakfast for today. Homemade strawberry jam + picnic ham + tuna + 2 slices of bread. Mum made the tuna-ham sandwich. I heaped on the additional layer of homemade strawberry jam. Woot!
Today is going to be a fruitful day. Oh well, if it goes according to plan. Woke at 10am today, surfed the net for a short well, went to make the jam at 12pm, and now at 2pm, I'm blogging. After which, (hopefully) I'll be focusing on doing the Ed Psy I report. At 6pm, (again, hopefully), I would be heading out for a jog. Woot woot!
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My taste is slowing, but surely, changing and evolving. Of late, I've been drinking orange juice. ORANGES?!?!?!?
Oh well, truth be told, it started off without the freedom of choice. The parents occasionally purchase some oranges and squeeze orange juice out of them. On some days when I come home, I was thirsty and hot and bothered like a panting dog. All I wanted was just a cup of cold, cooling liquid. The only cold beverage we have in the refrigerator is iced water; and I've always strongly opposed (it's something personal) to drinking from recycled, plastic bottles. Left with no choice, I have to make do with the orange juice.
I realize, it's sort of an acquired taste. While in the past I can't even swallow a small piece of orange, now I am occasionally slurping orange juice. While in the past I used to turn my nose up at strawberries, now I'm making jam out of them. On a brighter note, if anything, this implies that increasingly variety of fruit is being incorporated into my diet! Woot!
Perhaps, in view of the evolving palate, someday I might just stop referring Sharks' Fin soup as "mucus". But then again, it might still be a long way to go.
MUCUS! YUCKS!
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