DirtyHippie
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I make a mean vegetable gumbo... Its like an orgasm in my mouth... Not even kidding. So good.tortoise said:Since my backpacking trip was postponed due to inclement weather, I am going to embrace that inclemency and create one of my favorite dishes for a cool, rainy day: shrimp gumbo. Gumbo is a definite labor of love for me, and I completely immerse myself in the entire process, focusing on it with all of my senses.
Prepping the trinity (onions, celery, bell pepper, chopped into hearty rustic chunks) is the first step. Next, prepping the tomatoes: always whole, canned, excellent quality San Marzano tomatoes, crushed by my impeccably clean (when I'm cooking, anyway) hands. In no other recipe is the mise en place so completely essential as it is in a gumbo, at least the way I prepare it, but more about that later.
Next comes the roux, and I never take any shortcuts with a roux. Doing so would sully the entire experience for me; it would be like "wham bam thank you ma'am" sex. Equal parts (by volume) flour and oil, slowly cooked to a dark mocha brown, stirring all the while. As it progresses through the various stages of its ontogeny (from almost white through pale blond through dulce de leche through peanut butter through cafe au lait to mocha), it gives off a bewildering array of aromas, redolent of every roasted thing under the sun: almonds, peanuts, marshmallows, coffee, chocolate, peppers; you name it, it's in there. All from two of the most humble, simple, basic ingredients on the planet.
Once the roux has reached its culmination, then comes the most transcendental moment of the entire process for me, probably my favorite moment in all of cooking. The roux is searingly, infernally hot by this point, radiating so much heat that it's almost uncomfortable to keep my hand in close enough proximity to stir. Into this vat of fragrant mocha lava, I toss the entire trinity at once, whereupon I experience my ultimate foodgasm. Heart pounding, I savor the sound of the trinity/roux union first, a sizzle so loud and intense that it's almost an electric roar, a swirling maelstrom of sublime white noise. Then. Oh, oh fuck yes, then. The smell hits me. Hard. Like a crashing, thunderous, aromatic wave. The scent of the naked roux was unbelievably complex, but the orgasmic melding of roux and trinity yields a sensory cloud far too sublime and intoxicating for my powers of description to even begin to capture, so I won't even try. Come to my kitchen sometime and experience it yourself. As I stir and probe with my spatula until the trinity reaches its apotheosis, the aromatic explosion deepens and intensifies.
I will continue this, but I... I think I need a moment alone with my thoughts now.
Meanwhile, I encourage you to share your own foodgasms, whether they are achieved by cooking or consuming. Don't be shy, now. You know you wanna.
The other food thats like that for me is chocolate. OMG, I love chocolate, if you ever want to flatter me, get me chocolate, because I am a self-proclaimed chocoholic