Eureka!

Usually that word is used for a discovery of tangible sorts... I have just made a psychoanalytical discovery that has pieced together the varying definitions of me!

My strange cooking goal is life has been to never make the same thing twice, minus exceptions of our favorite dishes, the easiest meals, and classics.

When I was in the hospital, I couldn't taste anything. The chicken, steak, pizza, shrimp, and refried beans all had the same flavor. Different texture, same flavor. Same with sodas and fruits and veggies and sweets. My life (or tongue specifically) was bland.

Since recovery, I have discovered new flavors (that I had obviously had before!) and combinations and types of food. My love for their flavors has shaped my goal to taste them all at least once! And my fear of reverting to the no-taste-zone has forced me to collaborate creativity and culinary creations!

So, normally dinner at my house is exciting and daring! (But I'm stuck in this food rut again, I can't figure out anything that sounds good to make!)