Jet lag? Pfft! Wait ’til palate lag gets you!

At 3pm on Friday 16 September, Maggie and I boarded a train in the French city of Rouen, to commence our return journey to Melbourne. 32 hours later, at 7am Melbourne-time on Sunday the 18th, we wrangled our luggage and our tired bodies through the front door of our home.

You might think that we had earned the right to dine on take-away for the next day or so but, no, we had already planned a cooking-at-home menu, commencing on the Sunday evening with a reliable standard, veal parmigiana.

Disappointed! It tasted like we’d made the sauce from tomatoes with a high sugar content.

A couple of nights later, we roasted a hand-picked piece of rib-eye beef on the bone. Off the bone and on to our plate, the meat tasted bland, as did our usual choice of roasted potatoes. What a let down!

Next, some pieces of Spring lamb, into the braising pot for a meal of Navarin of lamb, a dish we prepare to celebrate the start of the best season for lamb. What could possibly go wrong? Plenty, apparently; another disappointing result, flavour-wise.

Then I noticed that I wasn’t enjoying the glasses of Australian wine we were drinking at the dinner table; they tasted too fruity. Quel horreur! Perhaps that French wine-wanker we met in Burgundy was right when he pronounced Australian wines to have too much sugar.

Even the daily shot of Nespresso felt washed-out, like that lame liquid you sometimes get in airline economy class. Merde!

By week’s end, I was well enough clear of jet-lag symptoms for me to recognise two phenomena: subsequent servings of the leftovers from each of the dinner disappointments had tasted better, more like what I would have expected; and the only dish that worked first-time was some pot-roasted pieces of chicken which I had finished off with a French style of sauce.

I’ll repeat that: ‘French style of sauce’.

And, so, the penny dropped. We had eaten so many excellent meals of French food during the latter weeks of our trip that our palates had been thoroughly re-calibrated. We were suffering from palate lag! It lasted for a full fortnight, with the pleasure of yesterday morning’s coffee confirming that the food fog had finally cleared.

Here are images of some of the causes of this effect (stories to follow in subsequent posts):

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About rmgtravelsandfood

Maggie and I were both born in the early 1950s and we live in Melbourne, Australia. This blog is mainly devoted to our shared passions for travel and fine dining at home. Recently, I added Australian politics to the scope of the blog, inspired by the election of a Labor Government at a national level. Rick Grounds
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1 Response to Jet lag? Pfft! Wait ’til palate lag gets you!

  1. wow, what an amazing array of fabulous food shots. Only just emerging from my own jetlag and maybe not palate lag for me; but I will aim for that next holiday. Bon appetite!

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