If, like me, you get immense pleasure from food, then you do not want to get pine mouth. You especially do not want to get pine mouth if, like me, you’re headed to Paris and your entire to-do list consists of eating. Paninis and macarons and crêpes– Oh my!
The night before my flight to Paris, I was half-way through a three-hour-long class on communications law when a craving for chocolate covered pretzels struck. I darted to the cafeteria’s bulk candy bin during the break, scooped some pretzels (they only sell milk chocolate, sad face), and hurried back to my class so I could nibble away at them for the next 1.5 hours. Much to my horror, however, the pretzels were disgusting. At first they tasted good, but then they gave me a bitter taste in the back of my mouth (just thinking about it is making it come back). All of the pretzels had this horrible taste… I know because I ate them all. The taste eventually dissipated, and I thought nothing more of it.
Until I ate my dinner, a normally delicious Bertucci’s thin crust margherita. And my breakfast. And all of the snacks I bought in the airport waiting to board my flight to Paris. Not even jalapenos could overcome the bitter taste. Everything was inedible, and the bitterness completely disabled my ability to enjoy food. My problem did not bode well for a trip organized around falafel, chocolate, and croissants.
I did some googling while waiting to board the plane and discovered that people often complain of a bitter taste after eating pine nuts. Had I eaten pine nuts? Of course I had. The night before the bitterness started up, I’d munched away on some toasted pine nuts left over from dinner while watching “Bethenny Ever After.”
The most distressing part of this whole ordeal was that people reported the bitter taste lasting for as long as TWO WEEKS! If my pine mouth lasted two weeks, my trip to Paris would be long over, and I’d miss the opportunity to enjoy the food I’d been craving for the three years since I lived there. All I could think was, “WHYYY MEEEEEEE? What did I do to deserve THIS?” Really. I racked my brain, but whatever evil deed I’d done had long since been forgotten.
Fortunately, my evil deed must not have been that bad because my pine mouth improved day by day until it finally disappeared about four days later. Only then did I dare enjoy the best macarons in the world.
I haven’t eaten a pine nut since. Well, maybe just a few. But I’ll never eat them alone/by the handful again. It doesn’t seem like anyone knows why pine nuts cause pine mouth, but some of the sources I came across suggested it was a problem with nuts from China. [Insert inappropriate joke here]. My package of pine nuts, however, came from either Korea or Russia.
My advice to you: Don’t suffer the gastronomic horror I was forced to endure – limit your pine nut consumption. If, however, your goal is to curb your food intake by making every bite that touches your tongue taste like poison, then I have a bag of Russo-Korean pine nuts with your name on it.
Lol. This made me laugh. It must have been horrible. I love food too, so I can imagine what you went through!
Wow, thanks for the warning!