'Erotic is using a feather,'' she said. ''Pornography is when you use the whole bird.''
Isabel Allende
This is the third snippet I've taken from the book Aphrodite - A Memoir of the Senses by Isabel Allende. If you're coming upon this series for the first time, you can click here and here for the two previous snippets.
In the recipe section on Hors d'Oeuvres Allende writes this...
Tidbits are to the table
what kisses are
to lovers: a delicate demonstration
of what is to come later,
when you slip into something more
comfortable. They are served to accompany a cocktail
or glass of white wine before moving
to the table. Or, in some cases,
when the urgency to make love
is so strong that
there is no time to lose,
they can take the place of a meal.
I wish I'd known about this recipe then.
Widower's Figs
pg. 230
These tidbits lead to sin, and you always want more. The bursting figs suggest a certain urgency, and everyone appreciates the sensuality of the sweet and spicy combination.
Ingredients
1 scant cup (8 ounces) semi-hard white cheese,
such asgoat cheese
1 tablespoon Salsa Picante
1 large apple or grapefruit
4 large ripe figs
Preparation
Cut the cheese into 1/2 inch cubes and coat in the salsa picante. Spear on cocktail picks and insert into the apple or grapefruit (I prefer the grapefruit). Place in the center of a round plate and surround with peeled and quartered figs.
this almost too delicious - the photo of that fig. another sensual smorgasbord! you're too much :)
ReplyDeleteYour opening quote certainly got my attention. That book has my attention also.
ReplyDeleteGoats cheese and figs are always a great combination!
ReplyDeleteGina, I love the sensuality of all this ... it tickles the remaining edges of my puritanical Catholic conscience and makes me feel so deliciously naughty and sinful ... :-)
Becky - :-)
ReplyDeleteYogi - get the book; it's the type of read you can do in snippets, while reading another book at the same time.
Francis - I hope it tickles all of you, Catholic edges or not!
ooooo, this is yummy in every little way, sweet sphinx ... following after the 'fuck off' right below, a certain juxtaposition always makes me smile...and the lovely memories of portugal, how perfectly delicious do they sound to me as i watch the rain come down again :/
ReplyDeletesomeday i shall bitch over the heat but reading these words makes me appreciate our lovely summer days, the ripe figs, dropping all over, the everything that is this...and i want this book too. xxx
Quote Gold!
ReplyDeleteAloha from Honolulu
So SORRY I've been missing too long!
Comfort Spiral
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Yes. And thank you before the world runs away.
ReplyDeleteGawd Day-um I'm gonna make that - I LOVE fresh figs!!
ReplyDeleteWell birds can fly, feathers don't :)) a good week for you
ReplyDeleteFrancis - tickle with a feather! :-)
ReplyDeleteTaxi - ha! And who knows where you might end up if you use the whole bird! ;-)
CR - figs are wonderful but you will be faced with a moral dilemma, as they travel quite far to reach us and fly in the face of our obligation to buy local. Oui?
Linda - I melt when you use terms like "sweet sphinx" . :-) And regarding the juxtaposition of the two posts - well, you know how mercurial I can be! :-) hugs and love
Sandy - can a flat world run away?
Cloudia - Alhoha, darlin'! Fool's gold, perhaps. ;-)