Sinful Indulgences

I have fallen in love at 40, yes, I still do love my husband. The laws of attraction state that “thou shalt not covet another”. This is a love that is unadulterated, sensuous to the touch and sinful when in my mouth. I had avoided this interaction for years, actually I loathed it. But when I reached out and put my tongue to it, it was such ecstasy that I knew I had sinned and there was no turning back.

I have since confessed to my husband. Initially he was reluctant but decided to be party to this. He is a silent spectator, he actually enjoys watching me in the throes when I have my fingers deep into it, when I knead the butter into the dough. Its the yellow stick. A love I have discovered since for all things with butter. Butter on hot toast, butter and sugar on the chapati or naan, corn with a huge drizzle of butter, butter in rice, butter on my roast chicken and butter on my fingers. Its pure delight to lick butter off the fingers when baking, as I did yesterday for a friend.

I do believe a woman is very attractive with a flour face, strands of hair framing her face and smelling of butter. I would not recommend this for a night out on the town or a first date unless its Gordon Ramsey. Once upon a time I ignored butter and prided myself on it, as association with it meant it went south of the border.

My time spent with my new passion have resulted in ample handles. Now I have been educated on the reason for the love handles and decided to keep mine. One has to earn these love handles. Today I would qualify as Michelangelo’s or Rembrandt’s muse with my fertile handles. All thanks to butter I have more heads turn today as I sashay past.

I wonder if it’s the fragrance of butter or the hips that don’t lie.