Food porn

I want to return to the idea of food as pleasure. To the reality of a slow cooked, well planned meal that is joyful, memorable and lasts longer than two minutes. This goes out the window to some extent when one procreates. I continue to whip up a semi-gourmet meal from time to time. People complain, pick at the green beans and garlic, whine for something much less inferior than what has been offered. For me, the new porn is food. Real food. Food that takes ten times as long to create as it takes consume. Linger in front of the saucepan a little, bend over and feel the steam warm your skin. Julienne the carrots, purree the sauce, press the garlic firm and grind the peppercorns into dust. Butter caresses the warm bread, sinking deep into its thickness. Cream accompanies the sauce like a gentle wisp of a satin strap. Flavor explodes into my mouth like your kisses in the early years. Savory is my lover tonight, sweetness holds the door.