Just thinking about peanut sauce this morning made my scrambled eggs taste like peanut sauce to me. As I see it, there are two explanations:
1. I have a new superpower: I can summon the ghost of past tastes to my mouth anytime I want.
2. My indifferent attitude towards housekeeping caused me to use a plate containing trace elements of peanut butter from a previous meal.
Man, this superpower is awesome.