This time, the statement from my wife – “You need to go to the ER” – did not come in the form of a question nor with a hint of uncertainty. That’s when I knew that my reflexive “But…” had no chance of escaping my mouth. In retrospect, it was thrown off course somewhere around the underappreciated organ known as the pancreas.
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What’s Eating at Nate’s Butter: Amusing Our Mouths Through the Emerging Montpellier Culinary Scene
There is nothing special about my taste buds. I have – I don’t know, a normal amount of them? When I’m swirling wine around my mouth to determine what hints and aromas exist, I invariably taste chocolate, strawberries, and/or butter […]