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The Public Ineffectual

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Saturday, October 09, 2004

Senses Come Alive

Cow was waxing lyrical on the orgasmic pleasure of a lobster tail. It's his favouritest food and he asked what food really turns me on. You know, turns my crank. Floats my boat. Lights my fire.

I had to admit that food, for me, represents comfort. There are foods that I love but I had to think long and hard about food that inspires passion. Jokingly, I said that it would come to me as I was falling asleep or waking up which is exactly that happened last night.

So....

Chinese-style King Crab with ginger and shallots on a bed of noodles. This isn't quite it but I'm getting closer.

This is, in effect, a continuation of this post.

What foods inspire passion in you?

12 Comments:

At 4:55 PM, Blogger cow said...

so I know that I have a priviliged relationship with the juicy tail of a lobster in my mouth (btw this sentence will work a lot better in French) ;)

But if I understand following our conversation, a bed of noodles "sets you on fire" (if I recollect the expression you have used. ;) )...

hmmm I'm going right away to prepare noodles and buy crabs :p

 
At 2:11 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

My apetite for food and my stomach exist in a totally separate dimension to the rest of me. I think it must be some hangover from a more prehistoric time - focus on the task at hand is paramount..so I'm hard pressed to think of any kind of food that inspires thought of anything but eating.

As one who is against putting more than one kind of food on a fork at any one time, you should know that food really only inspires one kind of passion for me! But it's an excellent passion all on it's own.

G

 
At 4:03 AM, Blogger Oblivia said...

Hmmmm...very interesting. What we have here is two poles of this perspective on food. One where food is passion conjures emotion and at the other end, a completely instrumental view of food.

In conversation with a Lil today, I posited that if one has almost *no* experience with food, one could be excused for not having a "passion". G: I know you *know* food well i.e. cuisines, methods of preparation etc. So, I don't think your perspective has much to do with a lack of knowledge, per se.

What I've been angling at is appetite as metaphor for how I live my life. Does this perspective on food figure at all as a metaphor for how you live yours?

Understanding my passions, has become something of a, uh, passion for me of late. I think if I understand them a bit more, I can understand myself better and hence, present a clearer picture of myself to the world.

Oblivia shut up now. Oblivia going through "phase".

 
At 4:03 AM, Blogger Oblivia said...

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At 8:06 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

My mistake - I thought you were talking about a different kind of passion, ie something I find a "turn on". The gratification that comes with food is a separate kind of passion - I am nothing if not obsessed with food if I'm thinking all day about that glass of Milo with the chocolate still sitting crunchily on top of the milk....

I think understanding passions will go a long way to explaining important bits of your personality. You and I share a passion for good laksa. As an observation - whilst we both get passionate about laksa, you deny yourself more than me! But the level of pleasure you express once the plate is in front of you and you are about to indulge is far more impressive!

 
At 9:41 AM, Blogger cow said...

The discussion is becoming serious. I will try to precise what kind of things it creates when I'm turned on by specific dishes.

1st, there's the simple idea of it, the sweet memories of untold secrets, the delicate thought of an exhilarating sensation. Therefore in the midst of the night, in the fog of my random walk through the day, it will materialize under a chill, a frisson of delight through my body, along my spine. I will be just under a full load of endorphins. Ah... wonderful and magical chemical products than the body can produce in such occasions.

2nd. There's the action, the fact to smell it, like being in an early morning at the top of a mountain and having the scents of the forest coming to you as the same time the sun is coming to stroke your face. I can't resist of simple and complex edification of dishes, the smell of a Gigot d'Agneau cooking for hours in a big and heavy metal pot, big cumulo-nimbus of spices invading the room.

The bite, above everything, the reward that you wait so long for, the gorgeous flavours dripping on your tongue, permeating surface to the dizzing sensations of pleasure directly connected to your brain cells in ebullition. You have to abandon all kind of resistance, you have just to give up, you will not be able to fight the lust. Don't call the saviour the flavour is just stronger than anything. You just surrender, you just lie down in the battle fields of textures, spices, shapes and colors, half-smiling, half-delirating, you just met the Truth of things. You exist by your annihilation in food.

 
At 2:53 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I feel like we should all go rewatch "Like Water for Chocolate" now!

 
At 7:55 PM, Blogger Oblivia said...

G: I haven't even seen Like Water For Chocolate. Isn't that telling?

I have to admit I'm having terrible trouble synthesising yours and Cow's posts....bear with me...

 
At 10:02 PM, Blogger cow said...

Ob.

What do you like most in life? You have the right to answer any kind of things? What is the most enjoyable thing for you?

I'll tell you after why I'm asking.

 
At 9:18 PM, Blogger Oblivia said...

BOYS!!!!!

Haven't you been reading?

 
At 7:55 PM, Blogger cow said...

I thought it was a secret code. I didn't know it was real boys ;)

Ok my point is that you replace my notion of food with your notion of boys and you will be able to understand my text. It's just the question of context. :)

(You have to fix my broken english too... :p But that's another issue.)

 
At 10:18 PM, Blogger Oblivia said...

Oh Cow! I was just buying time...I'm sorry...The fact is that I've had real difficulty answering yours and G's posts but I'm going to put the perfectionist aside and go for it.

G: I don't know if you made a mistake. I'm taking 'turn on' in the widest sense - something that perks you up physically, mentally and/or in Cow's sense sensually. He does a wonderful job demonstrating how that works for him above, I think. Maybe I should run out buy a homard, some oysters, dark chocolate and a couple of tabs of E.....and spend the night in....

I have never seen myself as someone who is accustomed to denying myself *anything*. C and I have spoken at length about the merits of my Pleasure Now ethos. (Remember you once called "Fast Love" my anthem???) Nevertheless, G, interesting observation; really really interesting. We need to talk more (offline!) on this topic. I would venture that you and I both lack the ability to be quite as lyrical as Cow on the topic of food though we have shared many a fantastic meal together. Isn't that right "Laksa Lady"?

An intimate knowledge of my passions is something that truly is amiss at the moment. I asked my room mate this question re: food and she answered without hesitation. Sushi does it for her every time - it makes her tingly all over. (What you do, dear reader, with that information is up to you.) I think I need to take a leaf from roomie's/Cow's book(s) going forward. Being able to pinpoint pleasure is just an extension of self-knowledge that I think I need to get in touch with especially as I always fancied myself as something more than a "comfort" seeking creature.

Watch The Public Ineffectual as my passions unfold.

 

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