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I couldn't taste the fruits of my labors.

Instead, I threw myself a pity party. Food had been my anchor; now I felt adrift.

After a stressful day real filipina sex work or one of my older daughter's sullen preteen moments, nothing had felt as comforting as treating myself to a few Girl Scout Thin Mints. But I couldn't even rely on wine to melt away my stress because it tasted like rubbing alcohol. I reminded myself that losing my sense of taste was less dire than many calamities.

But as much as I tried to make the best of the situation, the only thing I could savor was my own bitterness. My social life ground to a halt as I just want to taste or maybe not dinners with friends. I missed the camaraderie, but why torture myself with the smells coming out of a restaurant kitchen? One night, friends came to me, perhaps intending to lure my taste buds out of hibernation with a thin-crust truffle-and-sausage pie from my favorite pizzeria.

As I inhaled the earthiness of the truffles, my hopes surged. Maybe the flavor would be strong enough to make an impact.

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I took a bite. Nothing but stomach-curdling sourness. I forced myself to swallow, then turned away, trying to hide my disappointment. Life without pizza. What was the point?

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Within a few weeks, I lost 10 pounds, my rangy frame turning skeletal, prompting some friends to half-joke that they'd be willing to endure my dilemma for thinner thighs. Dinner at home got tense. My usually boisterous girls would eat with their eyes on their plates, trying not to watch me listlessly mayne my food.

One night, I served a curry so overseasoned that my younger child, normally a fan of spicy food, taate into tears at first bite. It's no wonder that, as my taste troubles began to dominate every conversation, my family's sympathy began to wear. Then one day, while shopping at Costco, I started swaying in front of the megapacks of cookies; I was close to fainting from lack of food.

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It wasn't until the fifth week of my ordeal that pops of flavor started to hit my palate. Some weren't pleasant—like the deep fryer oil in an egg roll or the lard in a cookie—but I could also discern baked potatoes, red peppers and hard-boiled eggs.

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Salt came through; sweet was elusive. Often, single flavors in a dish would emerge, like cumin, and I adapted my menu to what I could taste.

Soon, my diet resembled something a nutritionist would approve of. I ditched sugar and alcohol.

The cookies and crackers that used to power my day tasted like paper, so Hust skipped them, too, along with meat, which was akin to licking cardboard. Strong fish like wild salmon registered, and vegetables, though bland, were also palatable. To make sure I fully enjoyed any flavors that did peek through, I ate more slowly.

Gradually, I regained most of my lost pounds; even better, my skin southshore escorts, and I slept tate a baby. As my energy soared, I ran my first 10K race and began training for a half marathon.

In short, I'd never felt better—physically. But just want to taste or maybe not bursts of flavor were also a reminder of everything else I was missing in majbe life. The more I could taste, the more frightened I became: What if I could never fully appreciate a fudge brownie again?

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Yet jkst day brought a new gift: I began to make cautious forays to restaurants with friends; then, one night, I dared to revisit the same truffle-and-sausage pizza that had seemed so flavorless nine weeks earlier. I sniffed it cautiously, then lifted a slice to my mouth.

What I tasted was almost elemental: The flavors might not appeal to everyone, but to me, the moment was nothing short of a full-on foodgasm. Fourteen weeks after my Last Supper, my family and I were in Paris, eyeing a basket of fresh croissants. I grabbed one, smearing it with strawberry jam and sweet butter, took a bite and smiled.

It tasted like pure joy.

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I'd always considered food to be fuel, and I knew it was the engine of my social life. But on some level, I'd been taking every bite for granted.

These days, when I bring a fork to my lips, I pause and experience food in a new way: It's all about the taste buds. Human beings have nearly 5, of them in the mouth, throat, larynx and esophagus. The ones in the mouth are dotted with receptor cells that normally detect at least five basic flavors: