Of course you could dig out your faithful thesaurus and see what taste tempting words are hiding deep within its rich trove of indispensable synonyms or do a Google search but why go through all that trouble? If you simply keep reading I am sure that this article will provide you with a delectable selection of suitable foodie descriptive words. I myself have enjoyed some savoury suppers that left me utterly speechless in their lusciousness. So flavoursome were the flavourful fares I have consumed that they could almost be described as ambrosial in their appeal. I relish the mere memory of these sapient culinary encounters.
The roasted turkey provocatively gleamed from the centre of the feast while the delicate dainty desserts sat temptingly to the far left of the table. There were full-flavoured heavenly piles of mashed potatoes, thick rich nectareous gravy, an ambrosial green salad, and huge yellow yams fit for a king. It was a mouth watering sight to behold indeed. Ah but the aroma was pure heaven a gustatory enjoyable feast of the senses. Even Nectar sent from the gods above could not have served better to incite the flavour and tastiness of this meal.
The first bite was simply to tickle the palate because it served not to quench the hunger within but to instead stimulate the salivary glands in a most embarrassing manner as to leave one searching for further culinary satisfaction. The food was yummy nummy sapid likeable pleasing edible yet very toothsome appetizing and definitely good enough to eat.
But hold that thought for just one moment. Did you know that the opposite of a synonym is an antonym? As the exact opposite of delicious yummy or tasty an antonym would then be a word meaning distasteful yucky or flavourless. I swear this to be a literary truth. Which unfortunately reminds me of another meal which was not quite such the delightful experience as the one prepared by my grandmother. It was instead quite a ghastly gross affair and one which I will never forget. It haunts my memory alike a food themed nightmare.
I was invited to dinner by the man who I was to later marry. He unfortunately decided to attempt his hand at cooking for me and it turned out to be a meal that should never be consumed by mortal man or beast alike. It was awful. Surprisingly the table was set beautifully which was in harsh contrast to the food about to be set upon it. Dainty flowers decorated the tablecloth and a fresh bouquet of fragrant blooms occupied the centre space. I at first was quite mistaken as to what was so soon to come. Then the food arrived. The foulness of the aroma indelicately wafted into the air surrounding us and it was immediately obvious that something was amiss. The meal was some form of morbidly diseased meat smothered in ketchup so as to disguise its disturbing acridness. The bitterness sourness vileness and overall nauseating flavour of that first palate offending bite was enough to convince me of the obnoxiousness of his ever so carefully prepared meal.
The taste was nothing short of out and out right nasty. I envisioned a bad case of food poisoning setting in and knew that I could not consume another bite without risking serious harm to my intestinal tract but the issue at hand was on how I could escape. I thought of a polite way to remove myself from the situation but the repulsive meal was too large to slip into my purse.
Fortunately the neighbours dog at that exact moment wandered in through the open patio door and I managed to indiscreetly accidentally drop the gruesome blob onto the floor for him to gobble up.
The second course was no better. Set so enticingly next to the pink roses sprinkled across the table. One could imagine this course to be delightful but this dish would also only bring utter disappointment. Stringy and bitter the first tiny spoonful of this glop sat stuck in the middle of my throat neither able to go down or to come back up.
In horror I look over to see my date gleefully chowing down on the greenish yellow lump of indescribable horror sitting on his plate. My heart went out to this brave soul and it was then that deep within my heart I knew that I could not allow him to continue living in such a manner.
As I sat there staring at the nauseating meal so loathsome in aroma and taste that its mere pungency stripped paint from the very walls around us, I knew that no person should ever be forced to endure such unsavoury unpleasant ill tasting odious food fare. Yes, I decided then and there to marry him. Our marriage sealed his fate. He happily agreed to never cook again and no antonym of delicious yummy or tasty has made its appearance at our dining table since that blessed day.
Related Articles by Lorelei Cohen
~ Prioritize: How to Create an Energy Budget
~ Safest Cutting Board Material Wood Plastic or Glass?
~ Old Wives Tales and Inspirational Country Proverbs
~ Old Fashioned Oatmeal Flapjacks aka Pancakes
The second course was no better. Set so enticingly next to the pink roses sprinkled across the table. One could imagine this course to be delightful but this dish would also only bring utter disappointment. Stringy and bitter the first tiny spoonful of this glop sat stuck in the middle of my throat neither able to go down or to come back up.
In horror I look over to see my date gleefully chowing down on the greenish yellow lump of indescribable horror sitting on his plate. My heart went out to this brave soul and it was then that deep within my heart I knew that I could not allow him to continue living in such a manner.
As I sat there staring at the nauseating meal so loathsome in aroma and taste that its mere pungency stripped paint from the very walls around us, I knew that no person should ever be forced to endure such unsavoury unpleasant ill tasting odious food fare. Yes, I decided then and there to marry him. Our marriage sealed his fate. He happily agreed to never cook again and no antonym of delicious yummy or tasty has made its appearance at our dining table since that blessed day.
Related Articles by Lorelei Cohen
~ Prioritize: How to Create an Energy Budget
~ Safest Cutting Board Material Wood Plastic or Glass?
~ Old Wives Tales and Inspirational Country Proverbs
~ Old Fashioned Oatmeal Flapjacks aka Pancakes