I taste like nothing, except a tomato. I’m sometimes sweet and sometimes tart; sometimes juicy, sometimes crisp. The roles of a tomato are many and varied. I am an exception to all the rules.
(If you were not Tomato you would be Peanut Butter.)
I am bitter and twisted. Expect from me acerbic humour and sharp commentary. While I may seem nasty at first, I’m actually quite good company if I like you, so long as you don’t mind a bit of cutting to the chase.
I’m an unusual taste; I can be strong and potent, or I can be a mere hint, almost not there. I can blow away on the wind, or I can stick to your clothes that you left out when your neighbour was having a bonfire. I’m mean that way.
I am refreshingly different; some people don’t appreciate that. My sharp honesty gets up some people’s noses, while others really enjoy it. I am something of an acquired taste.
But I also taste like Almonds
Mmm, the taste of almonds - anathema to many with nut allergies, and a bad sign for many more, as my taste is not unlike that of cyanide. Am I good or am I poison? A risky thing to guess about.
It appears that I taste like tea.
I
am a subtle flavour, quiet and polite, gentle, almost ambient. My presence in crowds will often go unnoticed. Best not to spill me on your clothes though, I can leave a nasty stain.
Though it appears that I’m walking the thin line between tea and Nuclear Waste:
nothing bites me, nothing eats me, few things even touch me. I appreciate the solitude my harsh exterior brings.
I should note that the chocolate result seems to fit me, as well. I can definitely melt when shown some warmth.
I agree with you right there!
I initially thought that some people might take it that way, Quasi… but imagine if I’d titled the thread: “What Flavour Are You?” or something similar. People would be coming in here and expounding on the reasons why they were mint-flavored… not that it would be a bad thing, of course.
I am one of the most hot and spicy flavors. I am hot and spicy but oh so neccesary for the healthy life, and women love my sizzle. Underneath it all I am a complex mix, more than meats the eye, and provide the nutrients needed for daily living.
(If you were not Hot Italian Sausage you would be Cucumber.)
Cucumber:
I am the zest in the salad of life. While I have a very mild flavor, I am low in calories and very filling which makes me very popular with the ladies. Cucumbers add fun to otherwise boring mixes, no one minds them and they are often a very welcome surprise. Some find them a bare necessity.
I taste like beef. I’m probably made of beef. You are what you eat, they say, and if the title didn’t mean something else, I would be a beefeater. I think red meat is good for you. Puts hair on your chest.
I am one of the most blendable flavours; I go with sweet, I go with sour, I go with bland, I go with anything. I am practical and good company, but have something of a tendency to hang around when I’m not wanted, unaware that my presence is not welcome.
(If you were not Peanut Butter you would be Alcohol.)**"*
Right on the money, baby!