Saturday, July 10, 2010
Food for Love
My husband bowls once a week. On that night he comes home and I'm already asleep. Because he goes straight from work to bowling, he picks up fast food on the way home. For a while, he liked to get In-n-Out cheeseburgers animal style. Animal style is when they grill the onions in mustard before putting them on the burger. He would come to bed and cozy up to me, smelling like mustardy onions. It was nasty.
I would never try to kiss someone after eating:
corn nuts, Doritos, Funyons, sour kraut, pork sausage, onion rings, buffalo wings, bruschetta, and the list can go on.
Add smoking a cigar to the list.
Of course, I usually brush my teeth after eating anything because I'm a little ocd.
This brings me to my point.
I write about Elizabethan England. I have studied recipes from the era. I've looked at methods of cooking, spices used, and the differences in food stuffs between social classes. I have read primary accounts of feasts, both at private homes and at court.
I am an reasonably adventurous eater, but I don't like my sweet pies to have meat in them. And I don't like my meat dishes to be packed in butter or to stare back at me as I cut into them. As such, I have always adapted the foods they ate to our modern food sensibilities.
Right now, in my wip, I am working on an elaborate feast for the fourth night of Christmas festivities. Instead of cleaning up the Elizabethan use of marrow in everything, I am challenging myself to render a more accurate, if disgusting, representation. Who am I to pass judgment on historically accurate food?
That said, how kissable will my heroine be after eating a pudding made from blood, barley, figs, and honey? That's way worse than mustardy onions. I don't know if I can do it.