Now we all know that that for taste, there is no accounting, but is that really all that there is too it? It all began when I accused my GF of being a lazy cook, because she'd rather use an instant gravy, (you know, add boiling water), than take the time to make it from scratch, the way I always do. (She doesn't like my gravy, says it's too rich. (I ask you! It's meant to be rich!


And the worst of it is, she genuinely seems to believe that hers is better. I just can't get my head around it. Of course, our tastes are fundamentally different anyway, and we often have two completely different meals, her being a vegetarian and all.
But anyway, the point is, why? How can something that tastes so great to me, be so awful to her, and vice versa? Is there anything to it other than that indefinable question of taste?


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