I Just Want to Make You Kosher

Chemotherapy is messing with my food.

I've written before about the dead Tin Man flavor that chemotherapy creates, but now it's gotten to the point that even if I don't have that weird taste in my mouth it's affecting the way food tastes. I realized today that chicken no longer tastes like chicken. 

I miss chicken. In fact, I miss all the foods that no longer taste like food. And not just the foodie foods. Even crappy food, loaded with additives,* fats and sugars to make it appealing (see, for example, the Spicy Italian sandwich at Subway), can't get past whatever the chemo drugs have done to my taste buds.

Of course there's always oatmeal... and mac and cheese... and PB&J. But I'm getting kind of tired of oatmeal, mac and cheese, and PB&J. 

I just hope my taste buds eventually come back when the chemo's over. I figure the hair's a lost cause, but it would be nice to be able to enjoy food again.** 

P.S. For those who have no idea what the title of this post has to do with anything, check out 1979's The Frisco Kid, the only movie I'm aware of that had Harrison Ford playing a sidekick to Gene Wilder (or maybe it was vice versa -- it's been awhile).

* Speaking of food additives, if you want to see a hysterical take down of the sugar industry, and its relationship with, among other things, Clamato, check out this recent bit from HBO's Last Week Tonight:

** My apologies to all the vegetarians who were offended by my discussion of chicken as food.