It is like diving into Rabelais’ s writing, following the Gargantua, or perhaps meditating on Monsieur Montaigne. What is there to say, about Armagnac? The grapes, the sand, les jeunes filles en fleur, during the harvest… Yes, it’s Monsieur Proust in a bottle! Image: Ernest Hébert (1817-1908), Ophélie – 1876
Category Archives: Gastronomy
#FiveSentenceFiction: Feast
In their millions they invade the huge organism, and they die in their millions, slain by the fierce defenders. Yet their legions keep their assault, step by step gaining territory despite the enemy’s resistance, blind to their losses. So small in proportion they are, a fraction of a millionth of the size of their target:Continue reading “#FiveSentenceFiction: Feast”
There soon! Can’t wait!
#FiveSentenceFiction: Composure
Sitting at the small table, in this corner of the enchanted city, you are the quintessential woman, from a country where smoking a Gauloise is, for a pretty woman – but you all are – never a sign of ostentation. I love the little scarf, and the beret, matching the red schoolgirl shoes, the stripedContinue reading “#FiveSentenceFiction: Composure”
#Geometries: Essen, or gastronomy as an erotic art
One of our early shared erotic experiences was that of cooking together: the kitchen as a wonderful space for titillating the buds and other parts of our complex mammal’s nervous systems. In truth, we enjoyed cooking together before we determined the geometry of our other encounters. I have described our enjoyment of a simple IndianContinue reading “#Geometries: Essen, or gastronomy as an erotic art”
