There is nothing sexier than a classic hamburger eaten in the heat of a sultry summer evening. When the juices from the burger run down your chin, your tanned, Spanish lover licks them off, slowly, languidly.
It’s August in Seattle, and by most accounts summer has tentatively sprung. I spent last Sunday on the boat, partaking in the Seafair festivities.
Are you the kind of person who wakes up to a piping hot mug of rendered bacon fat in the morning instead of coffee? If so, then you were probably at Burning Beast — a hedonistic feast of all things mighty, muscled and meaty.
On June 25th at 7:30pm there are some rock and roll stars coming to the Moore Theater – and they plan to tear the roof off the mutha and get you bitches dancing. Their names are The David Grisman Sextet and Michael Shrieve’s Spellbinder.
It’s that time of year again, Seattle (well, almost). Time to fill our trunks with wicker baskets, Pendleton blankets and a couple bottles of rosé and head to the nearby shore. Once there, some of us will board our boats for a sexy sail on the Sound, while others compete with seagulls for a spot on one of Lake Washington’s sandy beaches.
This week, the subject is food that not only nourishes, but serves another, naughtier purpose. Many foods are proven aphrodisiacs – honey, almonds, avocados and chocolate, to name a few – but the granddaddy of all is the incredible, edible oyster.
Hello, my name is Linda and I’m a foodaholic. It’s a good thing I like sex too, or I would be at risk of weighing 300 pounds. There have been so many times in my life when food and sex conspired together for the greater good of my personal satisfaction; I decided it would be selfish not to share. That’s where this column comes in — we are going to romp through the journey of Sexy Food together.
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