He can count the number of seeds in a strawberry by taste and texture. He can describe, in glowing poetic detail, how the flavor of any two strawberries differ. He knows how best to watch a strawberry and anticipate its flavor before eating it, to appreciate it more fully. He knows every spice, syrup and heating that can affect a strawberry's flavor. He knows which parts of the tongue are best for appreciating different aspects of the strawberry's flavor.
Perhaps he enjoys strawberries the most in the whole world -- he's definitely put in the effort.
He had never tried another kind of berry, so this weekend, I suggested he try a raspberry. He was hesitant, but I convinced him that he might understand a strawberry better by contrast.
"So, what do you think?" I asked when he'd eaten it.
He seemed confused and concerned, but not really displeased. Stunned, maybe.
"I have no idea what I think of this," he said.