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 The first meal I ever cooked for Esteban was a re-creation of my mother's spaghetti sauce. It was, well, kind of a disaster, in a wacky hijinx kind of sitcom way. One of the first meals he ever made for me involved an enormous pot of overcooked spiral pasta, ground beef and so much Kitchen Bouquet that the entire thing tasted like industrial sludge. Since then, we've gotten a lot better in the kitchen and Esteban has absolutely perfected several dishes, so I leave all manner of Italian or tomato-based dishes to him, because his ragu sauce is unbelievably amazing. Bonus: unlike me, he never ever messes up the angel hair pasta. He doesn't follow recipes, so each batch is a new discovery, a little unpredictable and sometimes widely varying, depending on what we have in the house. Sometimes he uses portobello mushrooms, sautéed in garlic, olive oil and balsamic vinegar. Sometimes he throws vodka or whiskey into the sauce, sometimes there's tofu instead of meat. Sometimes he cooks pepperoni until it has the consistency of crispy bacon and then crumbles it into the sauce for these little spicy flavor bombs that make my mouth happy. You never know what you're going to get, but sometimes, like last week, his 7-quart batch is so amazing that I eat nothing else until it is gone and then go to the store to buy more ground round and tomato sauce so that he can turn around and do it again. I have to admit, there's nothing sexier than coming home from a grueling day at the office to be met with a man holding a spoon, saying, "Here, try this. More garlic?" but a new breed of playah has been identified. In the way that the metrosexual uses his fine wardrobe and nice smell to alert and confuse potential mates of either gender, the gastrosexual uses his chiffonade skills to woo and seduce. Via our secret blog crushes at the superb Radar Online: Says a spokesperson for food company PurAsia: "Male Gastrosexuals in particular are no longer content with what they can find at the back of the kitchen cupboard. They are looking for something much more satisfying in terms of taste, participation and effort." Yeah. Something like poon.The Daily Mail gives the example of Jamie Oliver (okay, swoon!) but over the weekend at Blogher, a session actually ended 15 minutes early so that the attendees could all go put on lipstick before meeting Rocco DiSpirito. And later, when I bumped into him in the lobby of the St. Francis Westin, I may or may not have gotten a little giggly. Do you know a gastrosexual? Does your guy make mincemeat of your knife skills? Have you ever been wooed by someone's goat cheese pizza or incredible bechamel sauce? The comments are drooling. 7 CommentsLeave a comment |
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Oh, he's a keeper, that Estaban! I need to find one like him!
My husband is the chef in our family - he's so talented it puts me to shame. It was a wonderful, glorious day when I came home from work to find he's been slaving away at his Beef Provencale. AND he installed the air conditioner. Can't ask for more.
Gastrosexual sounds a little bit like some sort of disorder. So I'm not sure I could ever refer to someone as being one without making it sound like they are afflicted with something.
However cooking is totally hot and guys who can cook are teh awesome! More dudes need to learn how to cook!
My brother-in-law, Patrick, who is a talented and inspired cook. And get him together with his oldest brother (Spouse)? They are dueling knights of gustatorial one-upsmanship.
Our 4th of July backyard pool-party barbeque included grilled fennel root, grilled pork and shrimp, and roasted red potatoes, mediterranean-style. Oh--and from scratch corn muffins, baked on the charcoal grill.
I mean, my boys can cook.
I tend to agree with Andrea... gastrosexual sounds like someone who enjoys farting on one's partner(s)' heads while they are performing oral sex.
Actually, my bf and I both rock out in the kitchen. He's part of the reason I gained 15-20 pounds last year! But he doesn't want to be a diabetic like his grandfather and I don't want to be hypertensive like my dad, so I've steered us in the hippie/Mediterranean direction, and he TOTALLY ROCKS MY FACE OFF with his Southwestern food. The fresh salsas are probably the best reason to eat plant parts ever in the world.
And yeah, there is nothing sexier than men who cook. Esteban should rock on with his bad self.
I interviewed Jamie Oliver once! He is just as delicious in the flesh, and smells yummy, too. Not like food yummy, like boy yummy.
My late husband David rocked the kitchen. He could go to a restaurant, eat something, and then go home and re-create it, usually at half the cost!
His best dish was sausage gemelli using homemade sausage from a local Italian grocery store and the sauce from another local Italian restaurant. Sheer heaven it was!
Unfortunately, I didn't pay attention to how he did it so I'm relegated to eating my own version, which isn't half as good as his... :(