Stages of Grief: Affliction of the Sweet Tooth

I am, quite frankly, worried sick about my sweet tooth. No joke. I used to have marvelous cravings for rich, intense sworls of cream cheesey things and chocolate with fudge layered over it--now I just eat. I can't taste the fried goodness of a doughnut or slurp the chocolaty syrup that drips off a tall slice of cake like I used to. Is this one of the stages of grief? 'Cause it's horrible!!!

In my mind I think I crave things like the amazing creamy cucumber, tomato sauce layered on salmon lying on a bed of rice served up warm at the Dodo.* Or maybe some eggs scrambled with a good bit of cheese in the mix and hashed potatoes. But when I finally sit down at the table and bring that fork full to my mouth, it just doesn't deliver.

I cannot taste like I did once.

*Notice my use of the word lie here, which is often confused with the word lay. Do you lay down to sleep or lie? You lie down, of course; you lay down a package. (I really pray I used the proper form of lie rather than lay...)