posted on Mar, 5 2008 @ 02:20 PM
I love fat. Love it love it loooveit!
However, I am on a diet, not strictly neccesary but more for health reasons. Have upped the herbs and spices to cover the lack of fat. It sure don't
stop the cravings, though.
Can't stand meat without some kind of fatty loveliness clinging to it like a great big fatty layer of greatly flavoursome goodness.
Cooked aged ribeye steaks just before the onset of my present regime, and sprinkled herb de provence on the fat before cooking. It was beautifully
marbled and pan fried to perfection. Fairly glistening with herby, lardy goodness.
Sat on my plate just beging to be eaten, so I obliged. It is now a pleasant memory, not to be seen in my kitchen for many a year (please shoot me
now).
Should have taken a photo, just to remind me that there is a world beyond salad.
My wife, who is sitting next to me, watched the chicken fried bacon clip. She doesn't like fat at the best of times, in fact she despises it (unless
it is presented in its female form; Chocolate) and damn nearly puked when she saw that plate sized steak and the foi gras. I nearly had an accident in
my trousers.
She is has generous womanly proportions, mainly through the ingestion of said lady bars, and pointed out that if cooked, she'd taste fabulous because
of her padding.
Will report back if discovered to be true.