Loincloth optional.

One thing that I'm really anticipating when I'm done with this stupid stomach pain crap is eating things that present flavors in broad streaks - widely spicy, spiced, thick, rich, bold. Having to to cram things into small, subtle flavors chafes - I've always enjoyed the subtle, but now that it's the only choice, I want to chew Sichaun pepper encrusted venison with Zinfandel sauce, maybe with the heart of my enemies still beating on top of it, chasing it with some Reposado tequila - probably on fire.

I'll always appreciate slight nuance, but I feel the need to eat to the beat of the timpani drums and the howls of the mad.