||[May. 10th, 2003|04:54 pm]
You know, one of the things I love about orgasms - other people's orgasms, when I'm the cause, or an interested observer - is the vocalizations that accompany them. I think the tone that I most love is the 'surprised' tone. It's not merely "oh, good heavens, this feels *GOOD*", it's the sense of "not only does this feel good, it's got me shaken and barely believing that it feels this good!" Especially when the surprised tone turns into a nearly shocked-delighted tone because I've figured out just what to do next.|
What brought this thought on? Believe it or not, Chinese barbecued pork. No, there's nothing disgusting here... bear with me.
Pat Kight kightp gave me the recipe... some red wine, some honey, some brown sugar, some cinnamon (she used Chinese five spice, I used garam masala, instead/in addition to the cinnamon), garlic (pressed or chopped fine) and some soy sauce. Marinate the pork tenderloins (ideally pork tenderloins, but I chopped a pork loin roast into three pieces that were nearly-tenderloin-sized) for a long time (I did mine about 30 hours) and then bake, turning frequently, and basting with the marinade, for about 45-50 minutes.
Then take them out, cut off a small piece, take a bite... and, well, that's where I started thinking about orgasms. I swear, I felt like dancing (and those of you who know me, know how crazy that is!) (It's not that I don't dance... but I don't spontaneously dance.)
Anyway... proportions in the recipe will be provided to any who request them.
*grin* I love it when you talk food to me.
(I take it the pork was a success...)
"Success" was a very good word for it. I can't wait to see how some of it turns out in pork fried rice, but not all of it's going to pork fried rice... I want to savor some of it myself.
We just did slices of pork loin on the grill, along with potatoes baked in foil in the charcoal plus Too.Many.Brownies.
Standing in line at the checkout at the Pathmark At The End Of The Galaxy yesterday, I read in Family Circle or Woman's Day that Chocolate is good for a woman's heart. As if we didn't already know that.
We thought of you guys as we ate crispy sea creatures at Sotto Varalli on Friday. Alas, CSC are agreeing with me less and less and I may have to give them up.
(Translation: Proportions, please!)