To Taste the Rainbow in Lieu of Midnight

When the Professors declared that they had some unspecified fun in store for the weekend, the newly responsible Sister Madly prepared a list of the things she will be needing:

  1. New Friends
  2. New Phone Number
  3. Several Restraining Orders
  4. Personal Security (bodyguard, yippy dog, Elder God, etc.)
  5. Something to Snack On

The last little junket she participated in consisted of an urban hike, an appalling BEET and quinoa appetizer, a minor injury and a cranky Sister Madly, whom the Professors tried to mollify by giving her a cocktail that tasted suspiciously of mosquito repellent. This Sister Madly slid down the bar in the true Hollywood fashion, saying that although she appreciated the gesture, she did not like the taste of GREEN.

drunk rainbow

While she admits this response may have been a bit melodramatic, by no means did it warrant the horrified silence and looks of incredulity. It was as though Sister Madly had just confessed to draining herself of her blood and replacing it with whiskey and BUBBLE GUM.

But it had nothing to do with the Hollywood dramatics- they were rather impressed by her flair, actually; no, it was the fact that Sister Madly can taste the color GREEN.

She still didn’t understand the fuss. An earlier confession of her distaste for COFFEE elicited a similar response, but that was understandable in this land of sushi and ESPRESSO. Tasting certain COLORS has long since been a way of life for Sister Madly, and never once did she think it would be different for anyone else.

And as their curiosity grew, Sister Madly found herself yearning for the days of her childhood, when the only mystery in this world was the mystery of being alive. She began to miss her childhood friend, one who accepted the fact that certain COLORS had tastes, that some had scents, that any number ending in *9* had a door behind it, and that the calendar circled Sister Madly’s house.* She understood what Sister Madly meant when she said that her favorite climbing tree was located where May ends and June begins, and that while there was a decent climbing tree over in December, it was often covered in sap.

*Still does, actually, which is kind of embarrassing.

Then again, Childhood Friend had an imaginary dog whose existence lasted well-past the acceptable age for imaginary companions. She also liked BLACK jelly beans, which is questionable in and of itself. Sister Madly use to throw those into the neighbor’s swimming pool.

no taste rainbow

But it‘s not that Sister Madly is without an ally: when it comes down to it, she can always rely on Skittles. Skittles understands. Skittles claim that you can taste the RAINBOW, even if they got the flavors wrong. GREEN is way off the mark. GREEN has a taste of stale bitterness, not LIME or GREEN apple.

As for other shades of the spectrum:

  • WHITE has a taste that is slightly sweet, similar to tasting fresh water after salt water but without tasting of water
  • RED has a taste that is chemical/medicinal
  • BLACK has a somewhat prickly feeling just short of shivers, and is often induced by music or other sounds
  • INDIGO has an exotic, mildly spicy scent

But even as Sister Madly tried to explain these things, from the sensation of COLORS to the calendar around her house, it was clear that the Professors would never understand. The ever-increasing bewilderment on their faces led Sister Madly to keep these last two gems to herself:

  • The phrase IN LIEU OF tastes like tomatoes
  • The word MIDNIGHT tastes- and smells- of apple blossoms

apple blossoms

Sister Madly likes apple blossoms. Especially in the MOONLIGHT.

POST’S THEME SONG: All My Colors, Echo and the Bunnymen

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26 responses

  1. I don’t care for skittles improvised and chemically enhanced color /taste. Some foods taste like places, some real and some imagined. For instance Snickers tastes like seasoned oak burning in a huge hearth in front of a persian rug. Gin and tonic tastes like the sound of a roulette wheel with the cloying smell of cordite and gunpowder lurking nearby. Ruffles potato chips is walking on the rings of Saturn with Rosalita Guacamole Margarita Tamale, my black labrador retriever. Everything is better in moonlight.

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    August 28, 2014 at 7:40 AM

    • Sister Madly

      Wow- I like the way your world tastes! Vivid.
      I don’t care for Skittles either, I just like their little catchphrase- that, and Skittles is fun to say.
      And yes, everything is better in the moonlight!

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      August 28, 2014 at 4:29 PM

  2. Cnawan Fahey

    Most endearing Twisted Sister Madly, on top of all else, you are a synesthesiac! If you haven’t explored this, google synesthesia and synesthesia test. Whatever your assorted and agglomerated mental health issues are, one does hope that there is no cure…the world would suffer if you were healed… : )

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    August 28, 2014 at 8:49 AM

    • Sister Madly

      Never knew there was a word for that- but then, I never thought it was anything unusual until I mentioned it and got “the looks.” But thank you, I will have to explore it further.
      And thanks for then encouragement!

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      August 28, 2014 at 4:43 PM

  3. Black jelly beans are perfect for throwing into neighbouring pools, or at the local children – not so much for eating. Not in my world.

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    August 28, 2014 at 9:33 AM

    • Sister Madly

      I believe this is the reason that black jelly beans were invented. Then some nutcase without taste buds came along, ate one, and the rest is history.

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      August 28, 2014 at 4:45 PM

  4. Actually, I believe that the calendar is rectangular. It’s a track that goes around us with time moving clockwise making right turns at the beginning of each season. Otherwise, I completely agree.

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    August 28, 2014 at 5:51 PM

    • Sister Madly

      I suppose it could be somewhat rectangular, certainly an imperfect circle- but yes, I agree that it runs clockwise!

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      August 28, 2014 at 6:46 PM

  5. ~meredith

    Reblogged this on Living is Not Mental Illness and commented:
    This is such a fun read! I hope you drop by Sister Madly’s and have a good, fun read to start the weekend off on a good note. Charming and funny. Enjoy!

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    August 29, 2014 at 5:51 AM

  6. ~meredith

    Love your taste for color. What a great blog discovery this first morning of the weekend.

    All the best! Meredith

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    August 29, 2014 at 6:13 AM

    • Sister Madly

      Thank you kindly! 🙂

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      August 29, 2014 at 11:04 AM

  7. You are so delightfully odd.

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    August 29, 2014 at 10:13 AM

    • Sister Madly

      Perhaps. 😀

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      August 29, 2014 at 11:12 AM

  8. elmediat

    Excellent exploration of the Synesthesia. 😉
    There are many forms of this condition. The most well known individuals with this condition are musicians and visual artists.

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Synesthesia

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    August 30, 2014 at 8:42 AM

    • Sister Madly

      Thanks for the link! Perhaps I can use this to validate my claim as a musician despite the lack of any musical talent… 😀

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      August 30, 2014 at 10:28 PM

  9. All I want to know Sister Madly is the taste of moss-ogre-green, is that too much to ask? 🙂

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    September 3, 2014 at 9:58 PM

    • Sister Madly

      Ogre taste like chicken!

      As for moss- there’s some growing on the tree out back. I’ll go take a nibble and let you know!

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      September 3, 2014 at 10:09 PM

  10. Melody J Haislip

    I don’t know about the other colors, but I can definitely taste green!

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    September 13, 2014 at 9:37 AM

    • Sister Madly

      An ally! Welcome aboard! 😉

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      September 13, 2014 at 12:03 PM

      • Melody J Haislip

        Thanks, Sister Madly. I also hear music in colors, especially when I’m all mellowed out. 🙂

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        September 13, 2014 at 12:33 PM

        • Sister Madly

          Love it!

          I can’t say the same here, but that’s because there is always, always a song stuck in my head (currently ‘Lightning’s Girl’ by Nancy Sinatra)

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          September 13, 2014 at 12:57 PM

  11. John Clift

    I love the idea of the calendar going around your house!

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    January 4, 2015 at 2:06 PM

    • Sister Madly

      You mean, not everyone pictures the calendar encircling my house?! What is wrong with the world? ;c)

      Liked by 1 person

      January 4, 2015 at 3:37 PM

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