Getting to know someone can’t alter the taste. My neice Sophia is pink foam shrimps. Her brother Leo is thick custard
I was eight years old, having chips and coke in the Cross Cafe in Glasgow, when my auntie Jackie announced she was pregnant and asked my little sister, Jen, and I if we liked the name Sarah. We looked at each other in disgust. “But Sarah tastes like greasy chips,” we roared. Jackie looked at us bewildered, but it was obvious to us: “Everything tastes,” we kept telling her. “Everything tastes!”
I didn’t have the language to tell her that my sister and I have a neurological quirk called synaesthesia, which means our minds attribute a flavour or sensation to every name and place. Synaesthesia is a blending of the senses, related to the way signals in the brain are processed. Our mum has it too, but hers is more vague. It affects 2-4% of the population, although some experience it as a visual or hearing-related quirk, such as associating a word with a colour or musical note. Mine is 90% taste, sometimes sensations or images.
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