Coffee.
I used to be a heavy coffee drinker, and got quite pretentious about it: I’d order whole raw beans from Hawaii and roast them in small batches at home, then grind them using a burr grinder and then brew my fresh coffee in either a Swiss made French press or a Bialetti moka pot. I drank it straight black, no adulterants of any kind. The result was truly biblical manna from heaven. I’d make several pots every day.
Now I can’t handle it at all. It tears up my stomach something fierce and even a few sips can make me nauseated. But the smell of fresh coffee brewing is one of the most amazing, delicious scents imaginable. I confess I usually make a pot of coffee in the break room at work first thing in the morning just so I can smell the fresh brew doing its thing. I never drink a drop but the aroma as we have our mandatory daily AM meeting is divine.
Up until very recently my replacement caffeine delivery system has been black tea, brewed British style: violently boiling water added to a preheated tea pot with Typhoo, Tetley, or PG Tips tea bags. Steep for ~4 minutes, pull out the tea bags, and the resulting brew, drank with a small splash of milk, is quite nice. Not as soul-healing as a cup of dark black coffee was, but a suitable if inferior substitute. Now… ugh. I fear I may not be able to handle the tea either. It’s made me nauseous the last couple of mornings I’ve had it. I really don’t want to depend on Rockstar energy drinks for my morning caffeine fix but I fear that may be where I’m at now.
I’m a T2 diabetic so I’ve given up almost all sugary snacks that I used to eat: cakes, cookies, candy, and sugared soda. I was never a big bread or pasta eater so cutting back on those wasn’t a thing since I wasn’t eating them to begin with. Honestly I’m not too upset about any of those except for one thing: Starburst jellybeans. Those were my favorite and I sorely miss them. I have some in the house still for when I’m hypoglycemic but that happens so rarely that those jellybeans just sit untouched for months and months at a time. Now that I’m thinking about it I’m not even sure where they are.
Alcoholism runs deep and wide in my family and I’ve seen it destrpy or outright kill a lot of people, including my own mother and soon, I’m almost certain, my father. I’d love to be able to kick back with a Guinness or one of the local Portland craft beers after a long day at work and then be a weekend wine snob, but I’ll be damned if I’m going down that road. I will not touch alcohol at all.
Oh. And anything spicy. I used to eat spicy stuff, the hotter the better – I even grew my own hot peppers, dried them, and crushed them into powder which I spread with reckless abandon on almost everything. Now restaurant salsa is too hot for me, and Taco Bell hot sauce? Right out.
Covid is the reason. Like most people I lost my sense of taste when I caught it and while my taste buds returned to mostly normal functioning after I recovered my ability to eat spice did not. I can barely handle black pepper now.