Alien Tasting: Science Fiction

The tasting had been schedule to coincide with the third day I would be on the station. It was my only business there. I could have left immediately afterward, but my ship wasn't due for departure until several days later, so I could linger and perhaps taste things for myself, for once. It would be a strange experience, I thought. I was so accustomed to tasting for others, to making objective notes and not saying that I liked or disliked this or that. It was my profession, a most odd one, that I had fallen into unexpectedly. I tasted for aliens who could not move from--

Inspiration: Getting an email from Christine asking me to taste cake for her.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Nothing particularly interesting here, just a slightly different recast of some basic tropes.