Taste and see...

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You don't realize how important the senses are to your joie de vivre until you find them waning.  I am still looking for the ideal cup of coffee and was most discouraged a week or so ago when my decaf latte tasted and looked like hot milk.  I thought it was their fault but on second thought it must be my sense of taste rather diminished by the pallid appearance of the glass it was served in.  

Tried a different cafe after tai chi yesterday and am pleased to report my flat white there was much better and tasted of coffee even though it was decaf.  Caffeine does tend to make me a bit jittery so keep that pleasure for when I don't want to be conspicuous.  The Parkinson's tremor is a resting tremor  and generally makes its presence felt and seen when my dose of levodopa is due, or, sometimes in my case, late.  

Tonight I have prepared some juicy rissoles for our evening meal and  a colourful autumn vegetable stew to go over the potato to make it easier to swallow.  Seasoned of course with plenty of basil, thyme and parsley from the garden.

Bought this lovely soft apricot chrysanthemum at Kings Plant Barn this morning after the coffee morning there with the Parkinson's women's group I belong to.