I will write more later but I just had a revelation. We are staying in a convent that has had one wing converted into a retreat center. We are eating in their caffeteria. I think I understand one of the many ways the nuns are expected to suffer. They must go without seasoning on their food. In fact, in some cases they have to go without taste too. That being said, we have had plenty to eat with soup, salad and one or two entrees at each meal. The problem comes when it all tastes the same. As I sat down at the computer I smelled the hot dogs we had for dinner. And then I smelled them again. The third time I smelled them I sniffed my hands to see if they smelled of hot dogs. They didn’t. The I picked up the cup of decaf I brought to my room and ‘lo and behold’ there is the source of the hot dog smell. My cup of decaf. Kind of makes you wonder, if my coffee smells like hot dogs, what does the milk smell like.
