Though she includes long lists of supposed aphrodisiacs, Allende's comments are rarely informative. The entry on oysters ("the queens of aphrodisiac cuisine") is taken up with a long digression on Napoleon's sister, who was fed these bivalves by her black lover for breakfast. On kirsch, she is plain wrong. She describes it as "much in vogue for lending a bouquet to champagne or white wine... the aphrodisiac power lies primarily... in the rosy colour it gives the cocktail." Kirsch is a colourless fruit brandy. I suspect that Allende is mistaking it with kir.
Her notion of aphrodisiacs is so broad that virtually every foodstuff turns out to be arousing. She even recommends bean soup, though for most people its after-effects do not encourage sexual indulgence. Though the book concludes with 100 pages of recipes, not one includes oysters. This could be because Allende insists "oysters are hell to open" (they're not). In spite of the expensive illustrations, there is neither a contents page nor an index. In short, the whole book is a turn-off. Anyone interested in the arousing or perverse aspects of consumption would be far better off seeking The Decadent Cookbook by Medlar Lucan and Durian Gray (Dedalus, pounds 8.99). CH
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