8th virtual symposium - FOOD
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Posted:May 23, 2015 7:58 pm
Last Updated:May 31, 2015 1:33 pm
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Hello…I am new to the world of blogging. I have been watching, reading, observing from the periphery…waiting for an opportunity to slip in, unobtrusively, into the “swim” lane. The discussion of food has brought me out of my shell and into the water.
I am a newly discovered “foodie”, despite my young age of “55”. I have always loved food; loved to cook, loved to eat. I have heard “The way to a man’s heart, is through his stomach”, all of my life. It doesn’t always work…I can tell you that from experience. If you are married to a tasteless, “don’t let your food touch each other” type of guy, you are doomed. Of course, that was me, for many years. I stopped cooking and eventually stopped having sex. I didn’t see a correlation until later. Life is interrelated; food and sex do matter. You can have one without the other; it’s just harder, especially if you are the cook. Damn it, don’t we all want our food to taste as good as our pussy? (But does what we eat affect the taste of our pussy? That, my new friends, is a post, for another day….)
I have noticed over the last 5 months of cooking remarkable feasts, such as duck andouille gumbo, beef bourguinon, that the act of creating a good meal is as special as exceptional sex. Can you honestly make a perfectly, golden roux with a man and not want to fuck his brains out, when done? I think not. There is something very special about creating a meal that not only nourishes the body but pleases the palate, along with being fun and creative, in the process. I don’t think that happens to everyone. It certainly never happened in my kitchen before. I feel like Pavlov’s dog…I make a good meal and I want to fuck. It doesn’t matter if the meal is too heavy, too many carbs, too much wine…it is such a turn on.
Hmmmmm….we haven’t made oysters, yet…
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