By Robin Weaver
A good friend recently raved about steak-and-kidney pie,
gushing in a manner I typically reserve for salted-caramel ice cream (or new
shoes). His enthusiasm convinced me to give the dish a try.
Ye gods of yuck! The stuff tasted like liver.
To my credit, I didn’t gag—well, maybe a little in my
head—but I wondered how one dish could evoke such different responses. Was this
liver wannabee a “comfort food” for my friend or were our taste buds
simply that different? Perhaps taste really is just a matter of—well, taste.
So exactly what is taste? No surprise that it starts in the
mouth (well, duh) where each of us has about ten thousand taste buds—yep, that
many. And every one of these teeny-tiny flavor producers has 10-50 cells that
sense sweet, sour, salty, bitter and savory, the five things scientist tell us
we can taste (I’m still trying to figure out where fishy fits). Then, genetics come into play. We each
experience the five tastes differently. If you’re doing the math (10,000 x 50 x
5 factorial), you’re probably wondering how any of us like any of the same
things.
Taste gets even more complicated because “flavor” is a
combination of taste and smell. Don’t believe me? Hold your nose and taste your
food (this test might not apply to chocolate). Just like taste, our sense of smell is
closely linked to emotions. Have a bad experience with tuna (for example, eat it just before your appendix ruptures) and the food will forever make you
seasick. On the flip side, a positive experience can actually help you learn to
“re-like” foods. So maybe if Ryan Reynolds came to my house with a tuna
sandwich and the winning lottery ticket…nah, couldn't stomach the stuff even then. Still you get the
picture—or in this case, scent.
Taste is further affected by:
·
Texture (Why does that make me think of potato
chips?)
·
Temperature (if you have brain freeze, can you
still taste?)
·
Coloring—we’re all familiar with blue food
revulsion and are also aware a lot of restaurants use red paint to make us hungrier.
·
Noise—Cornell scientists tested the impact of 85-decibel
noise (a.k.a economy class) and compared the experience with that of the much quieter ride in first class. Those test
subjects tasted less sweetness and saltiness compared to the swankier fliers in the front of the plane.
And you thought the advantage of first-class was more leg room.
·
Mommy Dearest—to further add to the differing
taste equation, scientist now think babies are predisposed to like the
foods mom eats while pregnant. Do you suppose the next generation will be addicted to Starbucks?
It’s pretty clear, taste is a very unique thing, but can “taste”
be learned. In other words, will I ever like steak-and-kidney pie? According to
the Oregon State University's Department of Food Science, most people don't
like beer the first time they try it. Using that analogy, the meat pie doesn’t
have a prayer. I still don’t like beer.
9 comments:
I hated lima beans as a child and now like them, so your tastes can change. I have never heard anyone say they don't like chocolate, so would that be the "universal" comfort food?
Loved it, very interesting read!
Makes perfect sense...or scents to me...
Interesting, fun post! No wonder choice of comfort food varies so much. Hominy made me gag as a kid, and still does (just the thought of it - I don't force myself to eat it.) My go-to is coffee and dark chocolate.
Interesting and it shows how things affect you for years. My husband loves beets and to me they taste like dirt. They were the thing that set off my nausea before I knew I was pregnant. Forty years later, I still can't stomach their smell! And I"m with you, Robin, on that steak-and-kidney pie, right up there for me with liver!
That is interesting info on taste. And the use of smell. I don't like fishy smells and don't eat any fish that smells fishy.
What an interesting post! for me it's Pears! when I was 5 years old I was forced to sit at the table till I finished the can pears my mom had served with lunch. I sat there crying and gagging trying to finish. Finally, I threw up everything. and a nickle!! When I had swallowed the nickle no one knew. I still hate pears, canned or fresh.
Interesting. My problem is I like virtually everything that has calories. Maybe I need some blue color therapy to turn off some of my favorites.
Fun and interesting post, Robin. I'm with you, Linda!!!
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