Wednesday, August 09, 2006


Damien's Sensory Wonderland

Being in love is like eating something with many different tastes; it can be sweet, it can be bitter, sour, salty, spicy. Whereas without love, things can only be tasteless. I tasted love, just last week. Its not often that I do. As a child I could only enjoy the powerful aroma, but the taste was far too much for my delicate tongue. I knew just by smelling it, that it was perfect. But every time i got too close, i felt pain and a shortness of breath. I knew too well not to hurt myself like that again. Such a decision could be compared to self inflicted wounds, as my baby soft, then healthy throat could not handle the power of chilli. I knew, just by smelling the damn stuff that it was the taste i have been searching for comprehensively through obscure sauces and herbs.



How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, w
hen feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's

Most quiet need, by
sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;

I love thee purely, as
they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning




I felt the love. It took some time, however. I have found that when i experience something good, and it makes me feel good instantly, and i like it the second i taste it; that
euphoric feeling tends to die fast. It's the acquired taste that i most appreciate. I have invested my time to knowing and understanding what it is that i like about it. I have learned to love the flavour. Although it still burns my tongue, it hurts so bloody good i can't get enough of it. I affectionately call chilli, Cocaine. It boosts my ego and makes me feel sexy. Do you want to fight me? No thanks i just ate.

The flame that shines the brightest also burns out the quickest.

So why dont I just chill out, and prolong this sensation? Because I would have to be insane not to love chilli, the smell, the burn, mix with lime and all its bingle bangle sensation. I cant pour sauce on everything all the time though, its ridiculous.

This is how I get my fix when im on the road. Its burning, tangy, and it comes it a sealed packet. Its crunchy, even. Loving.

1 Comments:

Blogger Malte Wagenfeld said...

Hi Damien


Written and told with lots of energy that reflects the fire inside the chip, but somehow I still can't share your enthusiasm for a 'chip', any chip. Chips always leave me with that greasy, full but not satisfied feeling, perhaps I haven't seen the light, but I do wonder if you need other, new, more exotic culinary experiences.

But the idea of a 'taste' having that effect is well documented. Also the enthusiasm you show towards the object of your obsession. That's great!

I would though have liked to have seen a deeper investigation and a bit of research into your chip fetish; such as how flavours are created, what the objectives of the flavour scientists are etc.

The Elizabeth Barrett Browning poem is apt.

3/5

Malte

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