When I was little, I often enjoyed toast smeared in butter and battered with cinnamon sugar, all spread gloriously onto a paper towel which, when I finished my breakfast, exhibited melted butter stains and Mrs Baird's crumbs—but I always got up all of the sugar by applying a well licked finger. During the same time, snacks usually consisted of something like Gram's chocolate cake, Mom's brownies' or chocolate chip cookie dough (I learned that one from Dad).

My snack crave today was radishes with a bit of butter.

Change in taste? I think so.