My first taste was the dry, almost metallic taste that everyone gets when they've been too long without a drink, or have just woken up. That dry, almost bland taste was wonderful. I laughed about it later, but it was wonderful to actually taste something again, even that awful taste. The second taste was water, and I nearly cried, It was wonderful to quench the feeling I didn't even know was thirst. It was wonderful to wash the metallic taste from my mouth, and actually taste water.
The third thing I tasted was toast. My brother had thought long and hard about the day I would have my body back, and he said that anything better then toast might overload my senses. Still, the toast, just bread cooked until it crunched, was enough to send me into a smile that nearly split my face, and made me laugh, and cry. I cried a lot after getting my body back.
I lived on toast, water, and very simple sandwiches until we reached Central. Then, after he had leave, my brother insisted on taking me to a restaurant and eating there. It was a simple place, and all I got was soup. It was wonderful, to say the least. I ate very slowly, savoring the taste. It was a beef stew, but it was only a little spicy.
My brother insisted that we get dessert. He got vanilla ice cream for me and, as I expected, my brother got chocolate ice cream. The first bite of ice-cream was sweet, almost too sweet. It was cold to, and it made my mouth tingle. My brother laughed at me, and I only ate half of the ice cream. My brother ate what I didn't.
My first meal in Resinburg was a hastily made pasta with tomato sauce. Winry made it, and my brother complained that it was awful, but I loved it. I ate three helpings, and still had room for dessert. Dessert was a short cake that Granny Pinako said had been sitting around for a few days waiting for our return.
Winry started cooking a lot after my brother and I came home. She usually brought my food up to my room, or outside to me since I couldn't stay in the kitchen very long. She was amazed that I ate slowly, since my brother inhaled his food with swift mercy. She said I used to eat my food just as fast as my brother did.
I learned how different things tasted. I learned how a not really ripe apple tastes, and how a mouthful of cloth, or metal, or book tastes. Metal was my least favorite taste, along with blood. I hated the taste of blood, and I avoided it whenever I could. I remembered what fresh baked bread tasted like, and how a mouthful of air tastes.
My favorite taste was apple pie. Winry made it one day using Gracia's recipe. She smiled and said she always did as she promised. The pie crust was flakey and light. The apples were spicy, hot and sweet. I burned my tongue on them, and laughed. I never got tired of the sweet, spicy, warm taste of apple pie, and Winry never got tired of hearing me say I liked her pie.
A/N:Sorry, sorry, sorry! This took so long beacuse of a wasp sting, and the stomach virus. I'm so sorry! Review, because the more you review the faster this will go up!
