in the past year, i’ve been surprised several times to discover that i suddenly like something that i have always, always disliked. things that come to mind are:

mustard
the color orange
hard-boiled eggs
turtleneck sweaters

i have always been a mustard hater. i think turtleneck sweaters make people look like their heads are about to be swallowed by a wooly snake which has already consumed the their arms, chest and neck. the color orange was downright gross, and don’t even get me started on hard-boiled eggs and the way that they smell, not to mention that nasty green-ish black rim that forms along the border between the yolk and the white if you overcook them.

it’s interesting to realize that while we are defined by our tastes, we are also, then, confined by those tastes. if i’m not a mustard hater, then who am i? my sandwich identity has gone all topsy-turvey.