There’s something clearly very sexy going on here. Fruit can’t help being sexy because that’s what they are. They’re the fruit of some tree’s loins and they look like sex. The one moment that I remember from Ken Russell’s film, “Women in love”, was the celebrated fig eating scene which, although I had read in reviews that it alluded to sex and thus was ready to react suitably so as not to appear like a naive twat which I was, didn’t mean as much to me then as it does now. In 1969 there was little chance of me associating a fig with the one thing that I thought about continually and of which I could not get enough. Maybe if there had been more fresh figs in post war Sutton, and less jam roly-poly, the allusion would not have been wasted on me. I’ve been told that time is a great healer but, finding myself with the keen sight of a bat and the teeth of a basking shark, I think that time has been over optimistically reviewed, probably by the same man as recommended “Women in Love”.
I try to avoid using the word “love” when writing about food mostly because I find it nearly as annoying as “Oh, my God” ( the abbreviation is so annoying that I’m not going to give it page room) but not quite as stultifying as “Yum fucking Yum”. Fruit of very nearly all denominations brings me close to using the word as I find it as irresistible and satisfying as was the fig to Alan Bates and Co…but they were acting and I’m not. Summer fruit gets better when it’s warm and even better when the hot sun, such as the sun today, draws forth the perfume and coaxes out the juices from all those stoned fruits. I’ve just made this small tart of nectarines and apricots which sit on a layer of ground hazelnuts, creme fraiche, sugar and vanilla …..turn over, action.
Delicious prose as always – I’m glad I tuned in to read my favourite gastronomic story-teller today. That tart looks “Yum fucking Yum”.
I wish you wouldn’t use that foul language:)
These are glowingly sexy juicy soft and ripe examples of why everything you said is true…beautiful photos.
Cheers, Teresa….I’ve been stuffing my face with apricots and nectarines 🙂
Ken Russell was yet to discover Chinese peaches in sexy underwear:
http://www.oddee.com/item_99074.aspx
That is just amazing ….can you imagine ordering a set of Monday to Sundays for a box of peaches:)
They’d be much appreciated in La Grande Bouffe 😉
…yes, indeed….just a wafer thin slice, Sir:)
Just one more!
🙂
Quite. Love baking apricots and peaches (and other stone fruit) for summer sexiness.
I can’t get enough of them…:)
“Maybe if there had been more fresh figs in post war Sutton, and less jam roly-poly, the allusion would not have been wasted on me.” Brilliant Roger…and OMFG (!) that looks YUM!
How VERY dare you:)
Tanya – if you had not I would have 😀 !!!!
I think this site is Food Porn in France…..whoever thought of Food, Photography
I’ll go for that:)
😀😀
Oops, & France…
Oops and France has the sound of an Estate Agent:)
Hehe…like Gascoigne pees
or Hotblack Desiato….:)
Whoever he, or they are!
It was a name of a character in “Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy”…the author took the name from an Estate agents in Islington that is still very active:)
Read the books yonks ago, didn’t remember that name!
it’s about all I remember….:)
Immortal Thespian that he was, I don’t believe Alan Bates was acting that scene! IMHO…..HE got It!
As I look back I can’t help feeling that the whole Ken Russell thing was a massive hype..it was the beginning of detailed period styling in films and a lot got sublimated beneath that and his ego…no question that Alan Bates was a great actor, I just don’t think Women in Love was a great film:)
One word: kumquat. 🙂
Is that an anagram of quatmuk?
or mutaquk…
…of course…but they are really hard to come by:)
Touché !
🙂
Very sexy indeed those open apricots. Would fucking delicious be alright with you, Mr Roly Poly?
Too fucking right it would be, Mistress Morgana:)
At first sight of the top photo, a chill ran down my spine. I get these chills when something zings me right to my soul of knowing. The texture of that torn apricot, the colours, the depth of field, all gorgeous. I will try never to utter the omg words again, and I hadn’t heard the yfy ones, which will probably be stuck in my head for weeks now. Very entertaining post, Roger, thank you.
Thanks for checking it out….if this means that one more person will refrain from OMGing, then my work is done:)
There’s definitely something altogether deliciously erotic about your interpretation of summer fruits. I just love biting in to a juicy ripe apricot, peach or nectarine as they appear in the farmer’s markets.
You never really get that taste sensation from supermarket fruit – they’re usually so damn hard and tasteless.
I think you have to find the indigenous fruit in shop or market. We have had Spanish apricots etc in the shops for many weeks as their season is that much earlier than here in France. The apricots in the picture were early French apricots from the South….really sublime:)
That glorious sunny tart is enticingly warming after unexpected frosts here this morning firmly asserting we are amidst our coldest month of the year . . . I’ll have all that fruit, thank you, happily close Mad’s link [especially #10] after a curious look and try not to be guilty of using THAT three-letter abbreviation myself 🙂 !!
Glad to hear it, Eha….and Mad’s link was in shocking taste which you know I abhor:)
Ha! Ha! Ha!! Why then did you put a ‘smile’ and not a ‘wink’ after that one Milord? Oh dear, have I really come across as such a fuddy-duddy . . . . ?
Beautiful light from your window… was that in early morning? It is so soft! I wouldn’t really connect with the word sexy, rather than much more as very sensual, apricots just have that certain appearance. Loved your tart.
This will surprise you, Cornelia…the tart was shot in full midday sun (35C) in the dappled light under a mulberry tree and the apricots were shot soon after on a table in the shade of the house….there’s a lot of post production on my pictures which is the beauty of digital, rather like the dark room in previous times.:)
Oh, I see now, Roger, I love post productions and the beauty of digital, yet they are beautiful images, as you shaped them with your artistic sense into a very sensual mood.
Many thanks, Cornelia
OMG you’ve ruined me. I’m seeing sex amongst the slices of peaches and rounds of apricots in that tart. And me with a Catholic school upbringing. What would the nuns think? Wait, I know the answer…YFY.
It seems that a Catholic education makes us see sex in everything….:)
Fruit like that, dripping, burstingly ripe in the midday sun… that is fucking sexy. Whoops, I’ve just given myself an errection…
a fruit stiffy…:)
Bahaha
I’m glad you have a generous amount of fruit …with the hazelnut surprise! WOW! I can taste it already. This would be a grand dessert – on a sunny day! So close to perfection.. The plum is another fruit that is great when baked. I always look forward to your creations!
Many thanks for that…..one of the pleasures of summer is the plethora of stoned fruit…:)
Right, need to find Women in Love. That tart would be perfect with the wine I’m drinking while watching the rain. The rain they said wouldn’t happen. But hey, at least I’m no longer baking like the tart was.
It’s going to get fine again, no worries….although I have about as much faith in the meteo as I do in the government:)
It was a nice break from the heat and it’s a gorgeous morning. My kind of weather today!
Excellent…I agree, it’s a beautiful temperature today:)
Oh my! What lovely and sumptuous pictures! Nectarines and apricots are my favorites…and a saucy fruit indeed:)
Cheers, Jenny…glad you like the post:)
I adore your pictures of apricots and really any fruits, vegetables, people, places…. I just adore your pictures 🙂
That’s about as good as could hope to ever hear…very much appreciated:)