A Spicy Topic

I don’t like black pepper.  To be completely honest, I cannot fathom why or how it became as popular on North American tables as salt.  In my opinion, salt has far more to offer!  That said, I don’t mind changing things up with pepper on macaroni and cheese, but that is about my only exception.

The worst: after finishing dinner and having a lovely vague aftertaste reminiscent of your meal, you discover a piece of black pepper in your mouth that instantly eliminates all other tastes and leaves your tongue burning with its unhappy flavour.

I feel like I’m the only one who refuses a waiter/waitress when they offer freshly-ground pepper.  (I don’t even like when it’s not-recently-ground and lost half its flavour…..)  Alas, I’m under the impression I’m one of few anti-pepper patrons.  Perhaps I am not alone?

For Now

and for now, I wait
a burning tumbling sinking feeling
what can be done without it?
my knowledge stands pillars beside
inspires my thoughts’ return inside

and for now, I wait
pacing and singing and all-around nerves say
how much can you stand
for feeling so cold, it’s strange that I sweat
and my only motivation is avoiding regret

and for now, I wait
wailing internal, eternal, the bite stings
oh cursed obsessions
I want to be everything, everything
yeah I want to be everything, everything

and if I find out why
can I then justify
all my reasons why
I ought not even try

 

Finished: 9:41 p.m., Thursday, November 1st, 2007.