Orgasma Dinner
OK. Time to get your mind into the gutter. Roll around a while. Get comfortable.
Last Friday night my friends Joy, Kristin and I had a revelation. It started over cheese. Burrata to be exact. Pictured above, it is a snowy white satchel of soft cow's milk cheese wrapped in protective blades of Pugliese asfodelo (an herb-like plant similar to leeks), encasing a lush treasure trove of buttery, fresh cream and sweet, unspun mozzarella curds. We dined on glorious slices of this creamy luxury with Sweet Grape Tomatoes in a Champagne Vinaigrette flecked with shallots and fresh thyme. Some julienned basil completed the plate. No. Strike that. We completed the plates with our moans - our groans - our pure ecstacy.
One bottle of vino was already down. It was time for another. And, if any of us had been smokers, now would have been time to light up.
We opened another bottle and then made our way to the next course - Gorgeous, plump Chicken Sausage stuffed with poultry, roasted red peppers and sharp aged provolone, and succulent Pork Sausage to add a little traif to the table. Then, I brought over a heaping platter of Penne with Cauliflower, Red Onion, Garlic Hot Chile Flakes, Fresh Mint and Pecorino.
Looking at the spread, we all agreed that there was no way we'd even be able to finish a third of the platter's content.
Boy, were we wrong. More moaning commenced. More pecorino was grated. More corks went flying. More squeals of delight.
We made all gone. And, yet, we wanted more: dessert.
We lustily dug into glassfuls of Vanilla Ice Cream with Amaretto-Macerated Peaches and Amaretti Cookie Crumble. Ooooh...Aaaaah....
And, why did we need men again? I popped open a bottle of fruity, bubbly Brachetto d'Acqui. Our eyes rolled back into our heads and we sipped the blessed stuff as we nibbled on deep, dark, bittersweet Chocolate Truffles. OH MY GOD!!! We didn't need men! Heck, we didn't even need battery-operated devices!
Needless to say, the three of us are not selfish women. We all felt it was our duty to share the evening's keen insights with our fellow single gal brethren. And, so, Orgasma Dinner is born. A quarterly event that will feature foodstuffs and drink that will render the male of the species, as well as battery-operated toys, unneccessary - at least for one night each season.
Autumn Orgasma - Date TBD. Menu suggestions welcome.