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This continues to be one of the sexiest things I have ever read.
The next time she came to lunch, I served asparagus again, this time with a vinaigrette.
"It is quite good." Her tone suggested it wasn't that good. "Do you ever put egg in your vinaigrette?"
"Hard-boiled?"
"Let me show you."
Taking the bowl of French dressing, she went into the kitchen, cracked an egg, separated the yolk, and dropped it into the oil and vinegar.
"You have some mustard?"
I silently handed her the Grey Poupon. She spooned some into the mixture and whisked it for a few seconds. My watery-looking mixture of oil, vinegar, and salt was transformed into a creamy golden emulsion.
"Taste."
She dipped her forefinger into it and held it up. I licked it.
The dressing tasted delicious.
So did her finger.
We didn't marry for another fifteen years, but our courtship began with that finger and that vinaigrette.
The next time she came to lunch, I served asparagus again, this time with a vinaigrette.
"It is quite good." Her tone suggested it wasn't that good. "Do you ever put egg in your vinaigrette?"
"Hard-boiled?"
"Let me show you."
Taking the bowl of French dressing, she went into the kitchen, cracked an egg, separated the yolk, and dropped it into the oil and vinegar.
"You have some mustard?"
I silently handed her the Grey Poupon. She spooned some into the mixture and whisked it for a few seconds. My watery-looking mixture of oil, vinegar, and salt was transformed into a creamy golden emulsion.
"Taste."
She dipped her forefinger into it and held it up. I licked it.
The dressing tasted delicious.
So did her finger.
We didn't marry for another fifteen years, but our courtship began with that finger and that vinaigrette.