Well, he runs wild...

Baconflavored pudding.

Like a galeforce wind.

Its structure and its history have many layers, and peeling them apart can really add flavor to our language and spice up our understanding.

It kinda tastes Like herb and butter dogshit.

And I'm not like some super taster, you know?

He doesn't need salt and pepper.

I have a slight cold.

I have a touch of a cold today.

I've got a touch of the flu.

Living the good life, huh?

Since I have a cold, I can't taste.

Since I have a cold, I can't taste anything.

Since I have a cold, I have no sense of taste.

And it's funny how it switches like that.

That is something that we should embrace a wealthy China, a wealthy India, a wealthy Africa.

And fruits numberless,

And plenty of fruits.

and fruits abounding

And fruit abundant.

And fruit in plenty,

And abundant fruit.

and abundant fruit,

And fruit in plenty

and abundant fruits,

and an abundance of fruits,

And fruit, abundant and varied ,

near to flowing water

And abundant fruit,

and fruits in abundance,

And fruit in abundance.

These white pearlescent flakes hit the noodles, this haunting, wonderful, nutty, mushroomy smell wafted up.

It takes longer. But when it comes to flavor, why rush?

We vanquished it. Puff.

They're a sign the woods are healthy.

This ethnic dish is arranged in a Japanese style.

A cold dulled his taste.

Didn't make sense to me.

The lemon has a flavor all of its own.

This salad tastes of lemon.

I am afraid I have a touch of a cold.

It seems I have a slight cold.

He had a bit of a cold last night.

That means desert wind.

But, it was built from the ground up, one step at a time.