The infatuation was there, growing. I was unaware of its presence, buried deep in my id, swelling toward my ego to be “dealt with”. Experimental for years, I longed for something more exotic, elusive, rare; hard to get. I had tried sardines slathered in tangy mustard, anchovies sloppily bedded with capers and all manner of fresh, melt-in-your-mouth naked sushi. But, I had never had the forbidden fruits of the sea. Before I knew it, I found myself giving in to my curiosity in the middle of the night, indulging on a mouthful of black lumpfish trying desperately to quench my insatiable appetite for culinary companionship.Thursday, September 16, 2010
Caviar - A First-Timers Tryst
The infatuation was there, growing. I was unaware of its presence, buried deep in my id, swelling toward my ego to be “dealt with”. Experimental for years, I longed for something more exotic, elusive, rare; hard to get. I had tried sardines slathered in tangy mustard, anchovies sloppily bedded with capers and all manner of fresh, melt-in-your-mouth naked sushi. But, I had never had the forbidden fruits of the sea. Before I knew it, I found myself giving in to my curiosity in the middle of the night, indulging on a mouthful of black lumpfish trying desperately to quench my insatiable appetite for culinary companionship.
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Well, Nathaniel, don't just tease us. Give us a healthy, piled-high-on-our-plate serving.
ReplyDeleteOooh, a cliff-hanger!
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