cappuccino almonds

It was one of those days. Is my head really that much in the clouds? Sometimes it's better to know exactly what you're eating. And sometimes it's better to not know and unravel it with each bite. I missed my subway stop on the way in to work today. I got on the wrong train leaving work. I was blasting music in my headphones and eating the bag of chocolate covered almonds I bought. Dark chocolate covered almonds are my passion. So perfectly sweet, bitter, crunchy. I was disappointed to see the bag as I pulled them out - they were milk chocolate. Had I not noticed when I bought them? As I was crunching down on about the fifteenth one I realized that in fact they were not milk chocolate and without looking at the bag I remembered that they were cappuccino almonds I had bought. It sounded interesting at the time and I had forgotten the whole moment (which was just a few hours previous). All of the sudden the taste in my mouth was one of an unraveling flavor bursting up against my taste buds in a whole other way. When I had thought they were milk chocolate it was just alright but when I made the taste translation to cappuccino they all of the sudden took on different meaning in my mouth. Is that taste prejudice? I wondered. The dimension of flavor was completely different than milk chocolate. How had it taken me until the twentieth almond to figure this out? Mindless eating. Pockets of time that the mind floats to and can't be called back from. I try to exist with present moment awareness. It's a constant task of being aware of sensations as they surge through your body (vipassana meditators will understand this). Distraction of flavors. Distraction of thought. Distraction of past and future.

I made it home. And continued to enjoy the almonds until they gave me a stomach ache. Sometimes I don't know when to say stop.