I'd Like To Change My Plea, Your Honor

Is there such a thing as temporary insanity....for your taste buds? Yesterday I got a piece of my most glorious and delicious true NY Style Cheesecake (if you missed out on my cheesecake search obsession, you can go here and here), and I SWEAR to you that it tasted faintly like blue cheese. Blue cheese is, of course, the most disgusting item consumed by human beings that isn't a strange animal body part. It's MOLD, people, masquerading as an edible dairy product. So you can imagine my disgust each time I took a bite and got the strange aftertaste of mold. There was no mold on the cheesecake. I looked it over thoroughly. And I confess, I probably should have stopped eating it just from the taste of the mold, even if I couldn't find any. But it was cheesecake, for crying out loud. You can't throw away really good quality cheesecake! So I did what any normal human being would do: I ate all but 4 bites of it, and then I put it in the fridge and decided I'd choke the rest down later. And what do you know? When I tried to eat it today, it tasted absolutely fine. Totally normal. Not a hint of blue cheese to be found. So all I can think is that my tastebuds went temporarily insane. Or that dementia has just begun. Either way, it was a dang good cheesecake. Well, today, that is.