Food Porn Meme

Smokey Mountain Breakdown: Food Porn Meme Friday ~ The Food Porn Meme

I just got tagged in my first meme!!! Huzzah!!! And by a long time lurking fan!! I feel like my wee little blog is all growed up!!

Initiated by Rosie, over at Smokey Mountain Breakdown.

"she is a writer of Southern Gothic fiction and erstwhile keeper of goats. I'm laying the blame for the following nonsense squarely at her feet! Food Porn she has requested, and food porn she shall get."

from Kazari over at "I think I have a recipe for that."

So, thanks to my tagger, Silver Moon Dragon, over at Dragon Musings, I present my answers!!

1. What food do you consider the best “date” food? In other words, what meal or food item do you think is sexiest to eat in the company of someone you would like to look sexy around?

Hmm... Well, there's "sexy" food, AND then there's date food. Things I consider a complete no-no on first dates are thinks like slurpy pastas and exploding souvies. If a snog is a possibility I avoid anything with garlic or onions. Furry once told me, early on, that he loved to watch me eat, as I do it with "gusto", but we've been together long enough that I get still get a shag, even if I've had the chilli garlic ginger onion bhaji's and he's gone the salad.

Sexy date food (as opposed to early on "I-might-get-a shag-or-at-least-a-snog" date food) is anything that makes you moan, anything that makes you dribble a bit of sauce and have to lick it off your chin.. or your forearm, anything that makes you sigh.

Eating with your hands is sexy. Getting messy is sexy (all those thought of cleaning each other up, hmm...), so I am voting for a cold, local Mornington Peninsula seafood platter, with various dipping sauces

2. What well-known person would you like to share a meal with—with or without clothing. (saying whether or not clothes are involved is optional).

I want to eat Bruny Bay oysters off Angeline Jolie's naked body. Johnny Depp, also nekkid, will be waiting in the wings, smeared with chocolates and studded with Red Hill organic strawberries, for dessert.

Is that sharing??

3. What does your perfect breakfast-in-bed look like? (Food AND the details, please. Candles? Music? Flowers? Hot tub? Dancing girls?)

The Age and the Australian Sunday papers, unlimited time to do the cryptic crossword, sourdough bread, toasted, 2 perfectly poached eggs, some smoked salmon, some crispy bacon, a grilled tommie or two, with a side of grilled organic filed 'shrooms, out Chez Fur on a winter's day. The rain is hammering on the tin roof, the house is warm and Furry's made the breakkie.

After completing said breakkie and crosswords, I roll over and go back to sleep

Not very porn-y, but hell, I am a working mother of 5.. this is about as luxurious as it gets!!

4. What do you consider the best application of whipped cream to be?

I don't DO whipped cream, except as an ingredient in ice cream or chocolate Cointreau mousse.

But if Johnny and/or Angelina turned up at the door, BEGGING me to lick it off, well... I guess I'd force myself.

(Hell, if Johnny or Angelina tuned up covered in someone else's snot, and begged me to lick it off, I'd do it!)

5. Oh-God-No, Biff, the yacht is sinking! You are sent to the galley to retrieve the food. What luxury food items do you snatch first? The champagne? The caviar? Smoked Salmon? Truffles? Chocolate? Or something else?

Biff, daw-link.. the yacht is sinking! Send a servant to the galley (cos I have no idea where such a place would even BE!) and grab the Jamon Iberica haunch, the 18 doz Bruny Bay oysters, the Iranian Special Reserve Beluga, the Monte Cristo No. 2 Cuban cigars, the kilo of Alba truffles!! Angelina, Johhny and I will meet you in the life boats!!

And I tag:

Gobbler (cos I reckon he's a bit of a naughty lad, and I'd like to see his answers)
Squishy (cos she's a mum of a blended family like me, and I reckon her answers would rock!)
Duncan (cos he's another dark horse, whom I suspect has a "naughty" side)
Possum chops (cos I'd like to get to know her better)

and in the spirit of my meme predecessors, someone I lurk at, but have never had any contact with:

Stone Soup (cos she's recently started snogging a cute Irish boy, and may have more to add....)

Slow Food Festival (part 1)

Slow Food Festival.
Birrarung Marr.

Bruny Island "Get Shucked Oyster Farm" Stall.

“He was a bold man that first ate an oyster”

(Johnathon Swift, listed as a cliché In “Polite Conversation”)

Yes, he was bold, that man, but he was also a bloody legend! If it weren't for him (or her) we'd not be able to sample these plump, lusious and, let's face it.. deeply sexual delights.

Yesterday, Furry and I trooped of to the Melbourne Slow Food Festival, and we arrived early enough that the crowds were still thin. Our first port-of -call was the Get Shucked Oyster Farm
stall from Tasmania's Bruny Island.

There was a lovely young man behing the jump shucking oysters for Africa! His knife skills rivaled Bourdain's!

Now, for those of you who are already afficionados of the raw oyster, I ask you to bear with me. For those of you who have never tasted them, here's what they are like:

Sweet salty morsels bursting with a taste of salt wind by the beach on a summer day all wrapped up in a icy cold buttery salty fleshy plump labia.

On the half shell.

With a squeeze of lemon.

There are oysters and then there are BRUNY ISLAND oysters. And like Cold Duck Spumante and Verve Cliquot. there is a vast range of difference.

THESE are the real deal, the real McCoy.

And sitting on the banks of the Yarra, listening to the sussuration of the oars of the Wesley rowers, under the shade of an iconic Plane tree, eating these delights from their shells, pressing their plump bodies against the roof of my mouth and pretty much experiencing the ultimate taste orgasm, it was all I could do not to rip my bodice asunder and allow Furry to ravish me.

Instead, I opted for hurling back into the gathering fray and try something else.