However I do find a lot of inspiration in the people I have strong feelings for. A lot of cooking inspiration I mean. What I'm trying to say is that people I "love" give me kitchen inspiration. It's like creating an edible reincarnation of that one person you have strong feelings for. Is this making any sense? Maybe I should use some examples.
These cherries for instance:
When I made these, I was adding emotional tags and adjectives to each ingredient. Here's my thought process:
Cherries: red (duh!) (red for passion and love though), juicy (mmm), sensual...Dark chocolate: aphrodisiac, smooth, velvety, rich, deep...
Hot pepper: spicy (ouh la la)
But dark chocolat + hot pepper = a spicy flaming hot aphrodisiac!
Sesame seeds: crunchy (and maybe unconsciously the seeds are a reminder of something else...hint hint) (man do I have a dirty mind!)
When eating these divine cherries, the result is interesting as the different tastes are revealed quite seperately, at different moments...which is what I loved the most, and which is why I will definately make these again.
Another one of my cooking romances was this cake I baked not too long ago. I thought the cherries were maybe a bit too "girly" and not enough to fill a hungry man's stomach... as a rich cake would.
What would go into the cake though was a love potion of spices: cinammon, nutmeg and ginger. Some cherries for some red-love colour and juiciness, and loads of melted chocolate to finish off.
When the batter was ready, I closed my eyes and approached to take a sniff and let it's alluring scent run to my brain and take me away to a land of imagination...passion..and fantasy. These thoughts lasted for a couple of seconds, when I knocked back into reality to remember that the cake wasn't done until I actually baked it.
And so the batter went into the mould, with it's dark curves and curls, waiting to enter the hot oven where it's enticing ingredients could live a moment of passion in the (oven's) heat of the action.
30 minutes later...
My cake was ready, warm in my hands and exuding plenty of love and tenderness. I had my first bite before it cooled down, and accompanied it with some fresh cream. It's taste was gentle, yet with personality, torrid and sentimental... and with every bite I remembered the person who had inspired me to bake this cake in the first place...
P.S: Next time, I plan to pull out the ginger from the cake, and use it in the cream instead!
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