Can You Tell I'm a Women and Gender Studies Major?

I have been horribly remiss in updating this blog choosing instead to fill my free-time with the wonders and frustrations of furnishing a college apartment (think weekly trips to the Salvation Army.) Yet the time that has passed (four months) since I last blogged has been marked by many a wonderful food experience and I find it a shame that I have not shared these experiences here. As this is a blog about food in Charlottesville, however, I will spare you the details of wild boar sauce on pici pasta in Medieval Italy and I will refrain from gushing to you over the Istanbul's tea bazaar and the world's most perfect lamb kebob. In fact, I won't even talk to you about my continued love affair with San Diego's The Linkery (if ever you find yourself craving boutique charcouterie). I will instead reinvigorate this blog with a discussion of gendered bites. Thus, I present to you:



FROM FALLACY...

TO OVATION:

A Redemption Tale

So, you all get it and I really don't have anything all that interesting to say about these pictures outside of the fact that I was tickled to discover that in a period of less than twenty-four hours the symbolism of my two main meals was glaringly lewd.

The Wurst Sampler plate was eaten over a Friday night birthday dinner at The Bavarian Chef in Madison which I would recommend if not only for the experience. Highlights included two liter beers in boot shaped glasses and never ending veggie side-dishes. The wurst themselves weren't all that bad, though the fat red one in the center tasted a lot like a ballpark frank and the browned white one was suspiciously slimy and even in texture. The sauce and the garlic mashed potatoes on which the wieners lie, however, were exemplars of the definition of flavorful. The figs were then picked the next morning on Steph and my way back from Pancakes for Parkinsons (good-eat in and of itself.) They came from the tree on the south side of Pavilion 9--I think...I often get my UVa geography confused. As the suggestive split in these ovular little gems indicates, they were deliciously ripe. We went home and sprinkled honey and sunflower seeds over the figs and a good dollop of Greek yogurt. A combination I highly recommend.

Next time look out for my entry on the Nelson County Sorghum (that's molasses to you) Festival...