I hardly think a readiness to take a flamethrower to to one's tastebuds is indicative of refined tastes. The reverse, if anything.
Your tastebuds have been so dulled by a lifetime of boiled meat and potatoes that they have lost the capacity to process the complex flavours of spice. All you experience is heat. :shrug:
You'd be far happier at the buffet with wes, tbh. Perhaps you could put some ketchup on your heatlamp-curled pizza.
No. He just looks a bit grey and flabby. I'm not getting the smell of drink off him.
I hope you realise I'd be much more sympathetic if I thought someone had had a skinful? That is entirely understandable and in the natural course of things. I would understand his desperate need to take on calories if I thought he was suffering.
I think he's just a disgusting pig.
You have long admitted that your years of self-abuse* have rendered you largely incapable of tasting anything properly. Your olfactory senses are poor, enervated, spavined things. This is why you crave heat - it makes you feel like you're actually tasting something.
*And the coke, booze and fags didn't help, either.
I was introduced to it at a roadside stall in the middle of nowhere in Rwanda. My driver stopped the car and excitedly demanded that I tried the local speciality being sold at this stall. Ever a student of global cuisine I expectantly approached and was served - a baked potato.
In order to give the experience some level of authenticity, I took the proffered bottle of local chilli oil and applied it. Liberally.
Trust me. I don't think you'll be disappointed.