A few weeks ago I opened my email and there it was, another taste-testing class opportunity at UC Davis. I read all about it and then pondered whether or not to attend. Finally I mentioned it to Mr. Olive Crazy. Instead of sympathy for my problems (see my article “My Dark Secret“) he just called me a wimp.
I have a physical reaction to nasty foods and flavors and am terrified that during the negative-attributes tasting I will embarrass myself.
Here is the transcript of our conversation:
OC: There’s a Sensory Evaluation Master Class at UC Davis on July 27 and 28. It looks interesting.
Mr. OC: (not looking up from the ESPN app on his iPhone) You’re really thinking of going?
OC: Wellllll. I don’t know.
Mr. OC: (still looking at baseball scores) You’re a wimp.
OC: (temporarily stunned since I’ve never been called a wimp) But, but I …
Mr. OC: (passionately jabbing his phone screen) I thought you wanted to take the UC Davis Milling Courses this fall?
OC: (now sensing a trap) Yeah?
Mr. OC: Don’t millers taste the oil they’re producing?
OC: Well yeah.
Mr. OC: (looking up from his phone) So go sign up. I’ve been looking for a flight for you.
Conceding defeat to my left-brained husband who knows me very well, I went straight to the computer and signed up. I wondered if I should pinch a few air sick bags from the plane when I arrive or if one would be enough.
May the sun shine through your branches.