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    Home » cooking » Roasted Curried Cauliflower and My Weekly Tryst

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    Roasted Curried Cauliflower and My Weekly Tryst

    roasted curried cauliflower
    I think it’s time I finally talk about it here on The Delicious Life.

    I’ve been seeing this guy now for, hm, maybe three years? I don’t know exactly, as I don’t recall the details of the first time I ever met him, but I’ll tell you, that first time must have been magical for me because we are both okay with it not being an official, regular “relationship.” It’s a convenience thing – “on” when it’s convenient, “off” when it’s not.

    Our moments are our own, so I don’t ask about others, or even if there are others. To be quite honest, I don’t really care. I mean, I suppose I could drive myself crazy wondering how he tides himself over when it isn’t me, but that kind of feminine jealousy works on Venus and Mars, not in this warped, twisted galaxy of mine called the Delicious Life. Besides, he, like me, can take care of himself. We never talk about stuff like that. Never have. Never will. In fact, we don’t really talk much at all.

    It is, I guess, highly irregular, especially in times like these when most people have someone they see regularly. There are times when I think I don’t need him. I go for weeks on end without seeing him. Not face to face, not even an attempt that I end up cancelling later, no, not even a phone call. But then I’m twisted, banged up, something horrible happens and I go crawling back to him. He never ever turns me down.

    In public, we exchange quiet perfunctory “hello”s and “how are you”s before he gently whisks me away to his room. He turns down the light for me because, well, many of us are shy about ourselves under full light.

    No person, man or woman, touches me the way he does. He has the delicate touch of a girl, which sounds gay, but he has the brute force of a man twice his size, and he is, well, a very tiny Asian man. Yes, I said tiny Asian man. It seems strange, as I have always been more accustomed to big burly European men with big muscles, big hands, just big. He is a small Asian man; small, but certainly not weak. He is tight, fit, strong. That is what makes him better, I think.

    After three years, he knows me. He knows exactly how to work me. He always starts off slowly. His smooth, soft hands glide all over my skin like silk on silk, pushing, pulling, stretching, warming me up. He knows where my soft spots are, where he has to be tender. Halfway there, and he starts to press hard, using a lot of pressure, digging deep, deep deep, and just when I think he won’t go deeper, he does. Every muscle, every fiber every tendon from my scalp down to my toes is wound up so tightly that I could light the entire Vegas strip with the k= ½mv2 that’s built up in my body. He’s right there, he’s found the spot and he’s working it. He’s almost there. My face is smashed into the sheet and between each rhythmic, forceful pound, I haltingly squeak out a breathless “Can you *breath* do it *breath* a little *breath* harder?”

    He knows when he’s finally found that one spot because he can sense it in my body’s reaction. He just punches into it over and over and over, until I’m right at that tenuous line that takes an eternity to get to. In one last final pound, I’m blasted across that line in an all-too-ephemeral moment, and like a knot that unravels all by itself, the tension dissolves all over me. Finally I can exhale. I’m weeping, black mascara smudges all over the sheet, not because it hurts, but because...it hurts.

    No one does a deep tissue massage for $65 better than Thanh. No one.

    The place where Thanh works his magic is bare bones. There’s no trickling waterfall, no dim serenity with flickering candlight and no complimentary cucumber essence water, and yet, in its stark austerity, it is absolute zen. I swore to myself I would never ever blog about this little indulgence of mine, my weekly deep tissue massages with this tiny Asian massage therapist named Thanh. (I think he’s Vietnamese, but you know how all those Asians look alike.) I didn’t want to admit that I actually do pamper myself once a week (I'm not a princess, I swear!), and I certainly didn’t want to give away the secret that it’s only $65. What if I told everyone and then they all call Thanh for a massage and he doesn’t have time for me anymore? This is my moment of therapy. Mine! Some people pay $65 an hour to talk to a therapist. I pay $65 an hour so I don’t have to unless I want to. Sometimes a full hour will go by and the only words I utter are “thank you” at the end, and sometimes, I chatter on about how much I love/hate being unemployed. I’m pretty sure that he can’t understand a word I’m saying. Is that horribly racist? No. It’s exactly like the dentist who nods and smiles in complete understanding when he’s got his two fists wadded up inside your cheeks. Thanh just responds to my muffled ramblings with an occasional “mm hm.” It’s very therapeutic.

    cauliflower head
    before i gave the head a rubdown
    roasted curried cauliflower
    sweet and soft afterwards

    When I gave it a full rubdown with olive oil, red wine vinegar, curry powder, cumin, coriander, salt and pepper, I’m sure that half a head of cauliflower felt nowhere near as relaxed as I do. I could have just tossed the florets with the curry vinaigrette, but for some reason, I felt the need to really get down in there between the cracks and crevices of each floret. The florets roasted in a single layer on a baking sheet in a 400 degree oven, along with whole cloves of garlic. After about 25 minutes, they’re sweet, caramelized, and as soft and tender as my trapezoids after a full hour with Thanh.

    But much tastier.

    ** a year ago today, i made an indecent proposal **

    tags :: food : and drink : indian : cooking : recipes : los angeles

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    Comments

    1. onetomato says

      April 17, 2006 at 10:09 pm

      geez sarah, i thought you crossed the line into erotica for a sec. i knew something was coming, up to your usual tricks i see.

      Reply
    2. jason says

      April 17, 2006 at 10:18 pm

      ok you had *WAY* too much fun writing that one.

      Reply
    3. jason says

      April 17, 2006 at 10:18 pm

      ok you had *WAY* too much fun writing that one.

      Reply
    4. sarah says

      April 17, 2006 at 10:31 pm

      onetomato: usual? am i that predictable?!?! *sigh* i try to keep it exciting. really, i do. cauliflower can be very erotic, you know. LOL!

      jason: way. and i mean WAY ;)

      Reply
    5. Anonymous says

      April 17, 2006 at 10:34 pm

      Where is this Thanh? I need a massage BAD.

      Reply
    6. sarah says

      April 17, 2006 at 11:40 pm

      anonymous: how about you tell me who you are and i'll tell you where to find thanh ;)

      Reply
    7. sarah says

      April 17, 2006 at 11:40 pm

      anonymous: how about you tell me who you are and i'll tell you where to find thanh ;)

      Reply
    8. peachiee says

      April 17, 2006 at 11:57 pm

      Cauliflower gets no love in this post! LOL. It does look delicious tho. :)

      Reply
    9. djjewelz says

      April 18, 2006 at 12:09 am

      Well, it's good that I read this at Starbucks and not my office!

      The Delicious Life: XXX Edition, coming to a blogger near you.

      Reply
    10. Maure says

      April 18, 2006 at 2:08 am

      as Freud once famously said
      "sometimes a cauliflower is just cauliflower".

      i believe a commenter in the previous flan blog had it right, you're definitely a woman who likes a little texture in your taste.

      and even Lucy is charging
      Charlie Brown more than $65 an hour
      for a little therapy action -
      cauliflower extra.

      Reply
    11. Maure says

      April 18, 2006 at 2:47 am

      Dear Miss Pi... uh, Sarah:

      I never thought I'd write to your blog, all the stories seemed so wild and unbelievable. But after roasting a head of cauliflower in the privacy of my home I've fullfilled my deepest fantasies.

      My friends wont' believe me when I
      tell them I click onto your blog for the articles, not just the photos.

      Sincerely,
      Hot & Bothered in Palms

      Reply
    12. Anonymous says

      April 18, 2006 at 5:02 am

      The cheekiest piece you have written so far by far! I have said this before and it warrants repeating ... you really need to get some.

      Anon #1

      Reply
    13. Neil says

      April 18, 2006 at 1:19 pm

      I hate cauliflower, but for some reason, after reading this post, I had this strange yearning to go on a hot date with one.

      Reply
    14. sarah says

      April 18, 2006 at 6:50 pm

      peach: come back soon! we can grub :)

      djjewelz: starbucks? how dare you mention the evil empire here!

      maure: like i said, i need something i can bite into. (hot and bothered? LOL!)

      anon #1: my favorite anon! get some? get some what?

      neil: you should! you, cauliflower, alone in the kitchen. it could get kinky.

      Reply
    15. sean says

      April 18, 2006 at 9:05 pm

      wow...for a minute there i had to go back and make sure i was reading the right blog. deep tissue massage huh...hmm...where can i find this guy? :)

      Reply
    16. hermz says

      April 19, 2006 at 1:12 am

      Never before have I wanted to be cauliflower.

      haha! good ish.

      Reply

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