More than fifteen years ago, I gave up eating pork for the sake of my new religion. My beliefs grew that strong, that even the smell of bacon that I had so previously relished, brought feelings of distaste and nausea to mind. I least I knew I could eat them though having fixed my teeth at an implant dentist Glasgow. How odd it was that change in belief could so impact my sense of smell and taste. Even my dentist was intrigued.
And so it was that I thought about all this while sitting on my suitcase waiting outside my cousin’s house in Jamaica for him to return home and settle me into my new bedroom. A voice broke my thoughts saying: “You must be Sara from Glasgow, Mike’s cousin? He said you were coming and that if he wasn’t home, you could have lunch with me and help me hang up my washed curtains?”
I looked up into the brightest smile. But the pleasurable encounter soon faded as my nose picked up the smell of cooked bacon and pea soup. I could taste it and new it was there. She seated me for lunch first. Looking down, I saw a rubbery piece of bacon floating in green fluid. I thought: “God forgive me, I’ll drink the soup and leave the rubber!” How I already missed my dentists Glasgow! I’d find a Jamaican one soon enough, and have every oral crevice scoured and disinfected followed with teeth whitening.