The particular sadness of lemon cake

Have you read this book? It is about a girl who is suddenly, on the eve of her 9th birthday, able to taste feelings. She tastes the emotions the cook felt while making that dish, emotions that they are mostly unaware of or even if they weren't, they would never admit. A lot of the food is rendered almost inedible to her, packed with guilt, anger, hurry or depression.

What would my food taste like? Impatience, restlessness, insecurity and lots and lots of jealousy? Or yours - have you thought about it? Are you curious or would you prefer not to know?

Here's a suggestion: tell me the truth. Don't worry, I won't pity you if you say you're bad. Won't ask what's wrong when you admit you're not sure. I'll say ok, acknowledge it with a nod, that's all. I just want to know, know where I am with you. Just stop pretending, let me see the side of yours that is not pretty, funny and optimistic, "show me your soul", as they sing.

I'll still like you, no less than before, so go for it, let's all take the plunge. Now!