The traditional definition of abominate is to hate, detest or loathe. However, in street slang words sometimes take on opposite meanings. “That is bad” might really mean something is good. “Cool” can mean both “good and “bad”. Example: that is a cool shirt. Or, the opposite: He was cool to the idea.
There is an undercurrent of usage that defines abominate as a verb: To eat savagely. This website takes abominate a step further and applies it to all consumption of luxury.
Indulgent, decadent and a little sinfully delightful. These are just some of the words attached when referring to gourmet food. The connotation of gourmet dining has surely become different over the years. Before, it is regarded as sinful and must thus be avoided. Now, the gourmet dining experience is held highly as it is. Gourmet foods are a cut above the ordinary dining experience bringing in mind the desire to create finer foods with passion and love for the culinary arts.
The gourmet dining experience is known for its indulgent take on food. Never abstaining on any flavor or ingredient, the gourmet dining experience is a seduction of all the senses making one give in to all of the sensuous desires by means of giving in to the calling of the palate.
The satisfaction and indulgence does not just end with the physical satisfaction. True gourmet experience satisfy even the soul. As it is said, the fastest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. The soul is satisfied as there is a feeling of privilege making one feel good because they get more than what they need. The gourmet dining experience is remarkable and gratifying. Aimed for those who are particular about their food and dining experiences.
SOME THOUGHTS ON WHIPPED CREAM
My first recollection of whipped cream was an album cover by Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass. It was of a dark haired beauty who was attired in a dress made up of whipped cream that ended just above the aureoles of her nipples as she seductively tongued her fingers. My immediate reaction was to lick and I was politely asked to leave the record store.
Growing up we had Readi Whip in a can which we put onto dessert, pancakes, meatloaf–it made anything palatable. The best thing about it was to put the nozzle right into your mouth and fill it up with the sugary goo until your mom would make you go outside and play. This was obviously before the personal computer and video games as kids don’t play outside anymore.
As we grow up and discover sex in our 30’s (for our younger reading audience and perverts out there), we find that whipped cream in a can CAN BE A SEXUAL ENHANCEMENT! However, if you don’t thoroughly wash the bedding afterwards you will attract insects like flies, gnats, bees, beatles and cockroaches. This is definitely NOT A SEXUAL ENHANCEMENT!
I didn’t have real whipped cream until I went to a bar in San Francisco. The bartender, Bob Taylor, was an ex-alcoholic–sort of like an ex-sex addict working the door at Plato’s Retreat. He would put heavy cream in a large metal container and would put it in a contraption like you would find at a malted shop. Then there would be a soft whirring sound in which the light bulb switched on in my brain, he actually whipped cream!! It was delicious on coffee drinks and I became an addict.
Or maybe I should say snob because I could no longer tolerate whipped cream out of a can. My first wife would make me dessert and would whip and whirr and stir the heavy cream by hand until her left arm looked like Olive Oyl’s and her right arm looked like Popeye’s. Feeling sorry for her I gave her a blender for our next anniversary. Shortly thereafter we got a divorce and she joined the Women’s Arm Wrestling League.
Today in our push button world there is a device that looks like a large metal dildo that R2D2 would use on C3PO–and don’t tell me you didn’t think those two weren’t into some kinky sex. You put in the heavy cream, shake a few times, add the radioactive pellets and push a button and viola (for our French speaking audience and people named Viola) out comes whipped cream that glows in the dark.
I must admit that I am still a connoisseur for real whipped cream done the old fashioned way. However, if I ever meet that gal in the dress I will make an exception.