I can track my evolving health by the spices I craved.
When my thyroid was low from all the carbs in a vegan and then vegetarian diet, I couldn’t get enough pepper, either mild black or smokin’ hot reds. Now, just smelling them makes my face turn red and burn.
When my digestion sucked, I used to put powdered mustard and carmelized onions on my eggs every day and could practically drink vinegar. Now, I have a bottle of fancy-schmancy balsamic reduction in the cupboard I fear will never empty.
When my immune system was tanking, I had fresh garlic, powdered garlic, garlic granules…I had garlic everywhere. I used to sprinkle it on pizza like cheese. Now, it feels excessive and unnecessary.
The only siren song left singing is salt. I’m finally into something affordable.