Originally Posted by BaggagePatrol
... Rose prosecco and a warm bread basket with garlicky spread, fingers entwined over the black tablecloth, a soft piece of lightbox art adding a glow to our table. ...
once the food starts coming we are lost causes.
Salmon Wellington in a fresh pea cream sauce, pastry and meat melting in my mouth. Elemental eats his rabbit ravioli with his eyes closed, shaved and roasted garlic and tiny pea shoots upping the ante. He sips a 14 year scotch inbetween courses that makes his eyes roll back in his head and I feel a sharp rush of love watching him enjoy himself. He tucks into an insanely gorgeous piece of meat on the bone, locally sourced beef with a side of creamy potatoes, tiny roasted tomatoes on the vine, crisp green beans and an au jus that pulls it all together. My lobster bisque is like velvet on my tongue, rich and savoury with a tower of layered scalloped potatoes, crushed and herbed spinach, a crisscross of crunchy green beans and a gorgeous giant prawn. I squee a bit when I realize that the blackberry garnish isn't a blackberry at all, but a dollop of sturgeon caviar. Bliss. We eat in relative silence, pulling our usually tradesies so that we can both try everything. By the time dessert arrives, we have both slipped into the coma of sensuous food and romantic surroundings; post sex glazed eyes and that intense feeling of being deeply spoiled and contented. Baked banana inside of a brandied pastry with cinnamon and cream, a chocolate mousse inside of a handmade dark chocolate cup topped with perfectly succulent raspberries and an insane lemon cream topped with a sharp and sweet raspberry sorbet. I sneak sips of Elemental's fragrant coffee and we moan a little as we clear the plate of goodies bite by bite.
Damn, girlfriend, but you can WRITE. I always love reading your posts but when you talk about the goddamn FOOD...I can barely contain myself. The tastes and the textures...fucking gourmet erotica...I slip into reveries of all of the tasty morsels that my boys have prepared or selected for me ... wisps and glimpses of "try this, sweetie" ... and "Oho! JaneQ wants THIS off the menu..."... "sip THIS"..."close your eyes, TASTE"...
>JaneQ wiggles and moans in glee and lust
PS. This is all probably enhanced by the fact that I just got back from AZ - where we ate some freaking AWESOME food - and my boys are still on the road and being sorely missed. (Pardon me - I have to jump up and inhale the scent on my coat - still fragrant with the mesquite smoke from our campfire in the desert the last night I was with them.) (Damn it! now I want STEAK!)