Actually, by the time I put in my creamer and sugar it tastes damned good. The thing is, taste is completely subjective. I couldn't give a rat's about all the subtleties of coffee. Same for wine. I want something that tastes fine to my unsophisticated palate and I want it with minimal fuss.
This actually reminded me of a friend of my father. This friend was a chef at some over-the-top fancy (or in my book, prissy) restaurants in his heyday. Anyway he pretty much lost the ability to just eat and enjoy food because he would constantly judge it. If I recall, he would generally just eat some bread and some cured meat for most of his meals. I honestly imagine he would jump over a chance to have Soylent. My thought on the matter is that if I ever get my head that far up my ass that I can't enjoy something that tastes good because of some stupid ideal of what something "should" be, well then I've seriously screwed myself over.
This actually reminded me of a friend of my father. This friend was a chef at some over-the-top fancy (or in my book, prissy) restaurants in his heyday. Anyway he pretty much lost the ability to just eat and enjoy food because he would constantly judge it. If I recall, he would generally just eat some bread and some cured meat for most of his meals. I honestly imagine he would jump over a chance to have Soylent. My thought on the matter is that if I ever get my head that far up my ass that I can't enjoy something that tastes good because of some stupid ideal of what something "should" be, well then I've seriously screwed myself over.