Adventures this morning:
The regurgitated morsel of peach meat slid up out of the place at the back of my throat where it had been sequestered, temporarily, for another go 'round in the taste chamber. Delicious.
It was like a second chance. I also like the chance to write about it but not as much
We should all call our mouths the "Chamber of Taste." Sounds like: Edgar Allen Poe. Maybe if we all learned to go around talking like in a gothic novel....