Taste

 

My first birthday, that I remember, I turned two!

My great Aunt Lela made me a beautiful lamb cake in a three dimensional cast iron pan and covered it with coconut. It was amazing. Except I discovered I didn't like that flaky dried coconut. 

Honestly, I don't really like cake much unless it is very moist and has lots of icing. I don't care for dried out things. 

Taste is a strange thing. I suppose we can develop a taste for some things, but our preferences seem to be born with us.

I like butterscotch, caramel, fudge. I am not a fan of fudge made with marshmallow, that dilutes it. I like intensely sweet brown sugar things mixed with butter.

You can leave out the cinnamon and other spices. I also like my flavors intensely untouched by underlying tastes.

My taste in people is very similar. I like intensely passionate people without pretensions. I'm not impressed by window dressings, or empty headedness. A little mystery, a lot of reticence, a ton of thought goes a long way.

I like to think about things, so the things I love need lots of room to be thought about!

Most people never know more than the top twenty percent of me. They are happy with that and I have no need to share more with them, although I come across as caring and sharing, which I am. (With that 20%.)

It is so easy to be kind, but good boundaries keep kindness real.