We have too much spice.
We have to much spice in our lives sometimes.
Today as i was having my dinner i tried to approach my food like how the mindfulness article suggested. Feel the noodle strands on my tongue, the rubbery texture. Slowly chewing em. The soup. The vegetable. The leaf on my lips. And lastly the yolk.
When i came to the latter, i tried to slowly feel its texture-- soft smooth, almost melting in the mouth like powder butter. But then i stopped for a moment. I couldn't taste anything. Couldn't taste the eggy yolk smell. Why?
Too much spice. The soup and ikan billis, salty and savoury as i liked it. The hot soup. All of those have dulled my sensitivity to the basic taste of a yolk. I couldn't taste a simple eggyolk!
Another thing: Someone gave me macadamia nuts today. Unsalted. Yucks. Not a big fan of nuts anyway. Thought i was going to just discard them later in the day but surprisingly i did not. Didn't have the appetite for lunch and didn't want to brave the rain outside and disrupt my marking pace. But i had to fill the tummy in case it decides to melt its own walls in an act of suicidal vengeance.
The first nut was but plain and mediocre. Shrugs. Just eat, Ange, and be grateful. So i chewed on. Second nut. Third nut. Fourth....Absorbed in work, i unknowingly munched the nuts longer than usual. Then, i stopped. Chewed a bit more, taking note of my breathing. I exhaled, mixing smell with the basic tastes to produce rainbow flavours. And then i felt it. The masticated nut bits, exuding its macadamia delight. Mmmm... So this is how it tastes like. Raw. Naked. Most divine.
Next few nuts were savored with much enthusiasm and awareness needless to say.
What if life were like that, filled with so many things. Things that are so exciting and savoury and hot and spicy that we lose touch with our basic senses; the taste of life. What is most basic? What is the fundamental raw unit of life?
posted by Sanguinee @ 9:36 PM
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