Is die korrekte naam nie Aphrodite – a love of food & the food of love nie?
Onder meer skryf Allende:
“The beautiful and frivolous Pauline Bonaparte was sent by her brother Napoleon to Santo Domingo, in lightly veiled exile, to silence the gossip about her scandalous behavior in Paris. On that island of heat, distance, and boredom, her senses were exacerbated and, seeking relief from cupidity and the desolation of rejection, she became addicted to black men. Hysterical, spoiled, and in bad health, La Bonaparte bathed in milk, slept a good part of the day, and occupied the rest of her time with her wardrobe and her beauty. But at night she liked to escape to revel with slaves in filthy hovels and to eat from their lips, between kisses and nibbling, the course food of the poor; meanwhile, in the dining room of his palace, General Leclerc, a cuckolded and complaisant husband, was enjoying the refined cuisine and best wines of France. Pauline returned to Europe with four African female slaves to serve her and her handsome, husky black man who carried her every morning naked to her bath and fed her breakfast: fresh oysters and champagne.”
Lees gerus ook Anthony Bourdain se Kitchen Confidential oor sy besondere verhouding met Franse oesters.
Namibiese oesters (ongelukkig ook gekweek) is sekerlik die beste hier rond.
Groete
Magnus Opelyf