Food, and its consumption, has been known to cause just as pleasurable of a sensation as any other activity. Actually, in fact, it can top them all. I’ve known more girls to moan over a dinner party than a night out. The reasons for this are plentiful; the most blatently obvious being that quality of food is just more readily guaranteed.
While I might be doing the opposite sex (or same sex for a matter of fact, this blog makes no judgments and swings both ways) a disjustice, one thing readily makes its self apparent from the vapidly over-simplistic antagonistic sentences just presented. Food sometimes encourages the words: “oh my god that is orgasmic!”
Now I have strict rules regarding the relationship between food and sex. If we draw our attention back to the post ‘Love Your Food- But Only Figuratively Please’, I beg the reader to keep perishables out of the bed room. But it’s funny to me how even if we can leave food out of the bedroom, we cannot always, necessarily, leave the bedroom out of food. Certain acts are raw, primal, guttural and elicit very hedonistic expressions like the one previously uttered. It annoys me greatly but food, at times, can leave me lost for words. Yet then again, it puts a big old smile on my face when I realize this chatty New Yorker has nothing to say, and the magical object that made such a feat possible, is something I revel in: food.
The latest ingredient to get such a response was presented to me by a fellow foodie over a pot luck dinner. The magical item: truffle honey. Now truffle honey, while noteworthy and spectacular, is even more magnificent once it has found its proper partner (I’m avoiding all temptations here to make a heinously inappropriate comment). Naturally honey and parmesan pair well together, so my first bite of truffle honey with cheese was a combination of the two. But the combination, however, that really got my juices flowing was truffle honey with goats cheese.
My thoughts started to wander… If my first inclination for the appropriate paring of truffle honey and cheese was wrong, maybe my whole take on cheese parings could stand to be revamped?
The outcome of all of these revelations is such: six foodies, one sunny day, five different cheeses, bread, wind, ginger apple juice and AN AMAZING POT OF TRUFFLE HONEY (please order from this website if you so desire: https://secure.thegoodfoodnetwork.co.uk). I asked the girls to rise to the challenge and bring an open mind with them.
The task was to taste the truffle honey with the following dairy products- blue cheese, cheddar, mimolette, manchango and parmesan (the goats had been left out of my bag, but I still had the sensation stuck in my head, and so did a few other foodies who had been present at the potluck dinner. The experiment, and subsequent hypotheses, had not been made null and void).
After all of the cheese was gone, the opinions came out.
And the surprising thing was, not that there was a tie for first (a girls heart can go more than one way), but what that tie was. Ignoring my memory (and dreams) about the goat cheese combo, I was pretty sure that my personal favorite was going to reign supreme. Manchango and honey is just a classic combination. When in Spain, give me both, plus a glass of wine, and I’m a happy girl. But the second opponent in this two-way tie caught me completely off guard. If anything I thought cheddar would have paired better with truffle honey then BLUE CHEESE. But low and behold that’s how the cards were dealt. The votes were cast and final. And believe me, I’ll be back to Mellis to pick up some stunningly stinky blue cheese and try it again soon.
How did the other cheese fare in this dairy laden olympics? Cheddar and truffle just don’t go together. Parmesan and t-honey is boring, tried, true and tested. Mimolette then you ask? Well, for such a superb cheese, it gets overpowered by the strength found in truffles.
Still not convinced by my need to combine cheese and dirty pillow talk? Well, first, order yourself a pot of truffle honey, eat it with goats cheese (and not that cheep crap from Tesco) and get back to me. Second, maybe these other quotes, formed on that day, can leave you with something about the relationship between food, truffle honey and cheese to revel in:
- ” We could talk about cheese. Or feelings?”
- “Oh. I have truffle honey in my hair. Is it weird if I eat it?”
- “Cheese (pause, wait, giggle), cheese.”
Of course it’s hard to leave bedroom out of food. To eat and to mate are such fundamental human drives.
I am glad to stumble upon your blog. You are IR and a foodie. I am a poli-sci foodie. We can hang. And truffle honey, yum.