Taste

I would have told you years ago
the most important sense
for me was taste.
Of course that's because
eating was my passion,
my pastime, my hobby,
my obsession. I wasn't picky.
Well, not exactly true,
given the choice I'd choose
the food with the most sugar,
the highest fat content,
the largest serving size.
When I say I wasn't picky,
I mean I'd try to beat the dog
to a tidbit on the floor,
I'd clean the table eating
from the plates, depriving
the disposal or trash can,
even to the point of taking trash
and eating it if someone
foolishly put a treat there.
You would think that would make me
be a walking glossary of taste,
a connoisseur of flavors.
Sadly, no. Only in eating what will nourish your body, not perpetuate
your bulk do you begin to understand food remaining
in the mouth more than a millisecond has actual flavor!