So last night was the big event. After swashing the berry in my mouth for 2.5 minutes I dash over to the citrus platter. The lemons, limes, and grapefruit tasted damn good. Kinda like a sour patch kid on steroids, but not super sweet like they said. So, Rachel and I start to make our rounds. Gorgonzola? Tastes like Gorgonzola. Pickles taste like what? Pickles. (mmm) Radishes, cheese, grapes, olives, vinegar, oh my! All the same thing. And Tequila? You guessed it. So it’s technically a bust. But not to fret. Brush my shoulder off. Tequila, snacks, and Max are good enough for me. It turns out that interesting, kind, and well read people come to events like this. Thanks Clifford Endo.
Update: According to the ones who were indeed affected by this berry: “strawberries taste like cartoons” and “Guinness tastes like molasses.” (mheck!)