Oranges are my favorite fruit, and if I didn't see another one until next winter, I'd be OK with that.
So much of the food I eat is passive. I mean, it's fine. I put it in my mouth, I chew, it tastes like something, and then it does various things as it moves through my body. I don't know too much about that part; it just sort of happens on its own and I don't have to fill out any forms or anything. But Sichuan peppercorns make my senses work.
It's hard out here in the breakfast journalism streets. If a food possesses the faintest whiff of pancakes, waffles, eggs, orange juice, bloody mary, cereal, bacon, or syrup, it is my colleagues' and my duty to investigate it, whether we would normally wish to or not.
I just ate a potato chip that tasted like a fried egg.