The changeability of tastebuds

Blue cheese wins today. In the first 48 years of life, whenever a particle of glorified mold found its way into my pie hole a battle alert sounded and the offending matter was rejected. Today for whatever weird reason I decided to abandon the war and give smelly blue another chance. The orchard salad looked intriguing, and the blend of yellow raisins, apples, candied pecans, chicken, aging crumbles, and greens accented with a cinnamon vinagraitte was the perfect fall lunch. Lucky me.