A segment on the Food Network yesterday featured some of their chefs recalling the best thing they had ever eaten. One chef said it was eggs benedict at a restaurant in Boston. One said it was a Polish fried pastry with a banana slice in the middle.
Now I noticed when these chefs were describing these sublime foods, they often referred to them in sexual terms, and closed their eyes in ecstasy in recalling the taste.

Being a foodie myself, I know exactly what they mean. Truly delicious food is a turn on. I close my eyes and moan. The best thing I ever ate was baked oysters at a little dive on the beach in Pensacola Florida.

Shucked oysters were dredged in butter, placed back in the oyster shell, and covered with seasoned bread crumbs, and baked on a bed of rock salt until the crumbs were crusty. You forked through that crust and into that baked oyster, and the combination was climactic.

Next trip back to Pensacola, the dive was closed. No more baked oysters. But I've never forgotten that simply prepared but utterly delicious dish.

I know a guy who eats because he has to, to stay alive. No pleasure in eating. No moans at the sight, smell, or taste of some exquisite food. If a person isn't sensual about that, I wonder if they're blah in the sack, too, since all our sensual antenna are related.

susil


Oh Oh, I noticed after I posted this instead of clicking on life and events, I inadvertently clicked on jobs and careers, military--and I can't get it changed. (blush.)