Kale salad. The first thing I spot in the fridge this morning to eat. I drool. I know, it’s kale but with the taste of metal on my tongue from the carboplatin chemo drugs, it is one of the more intense tastes that can over-ride the metal hang-over from treatment.
Kale salad. Lemon juice and garlic dressing. Yum. Lots of flavour there.
It has to be healthy! It does have a ton of texture and taste. Plus, it’s been marinating since yesterday.
Kale salad with garlic. Nothing better for breakfast. Wake up that mouth, those taste-buds. I add a little salt because, well, that’s got flavor. And this morning, I need a different taste in my mouth.
BAM! I injest a big chunk of fresh ground garlic that didn’t get mixed in completely. BAM! I bite down on it. I am not afraid. I continue to chew and swish that morsel right around in my mouth. I taste something other than metal. What a delight. The garlic sings on my tongue and resonates to the roof of my mouth. I become garlic – and garlic becomes me. My mouth is alive. It burns. It breathes. It lives. Finally!
Yes, I am not afraid of it: I eat garlic for breakfast.
(Guess next time I’ll have to be more careful to mix it in better.)