Love will be in the air—and in the kitchens and on the tables—at New Haven’s higher-end restaurant scene this Valentine’s Day. A cursory romp through restaurant websites reveals copious offerings that each establishment will serve exclusively on Feb. 14. Chapel Street’s chic Zinc, a so-called “New American” restaurant with a farm-to-table bent, will be serving a roasted red beets salad, lobster and shrimp fra diavolo,[1] ribeye roast, and chocolate mousse, among other things.[2]Just around the corner from Zinc in the Taft Apartments, ROÌA will be offering dishes like a shaved root vegetables appetizer, a “truffled” celeriac risotto entrée, and a pomegranate granita[3] with dark chocolate tuile[4] for dessert.[5] Raw scallops, rocket (arugula), cherry glazed duck breast, brisket with dark-chocolate-chili-dusted carrots, cod, and berry pound cake will be featured on the prix-fixe menu of beloved cheese shop Caseus.[6] What makes these menus special, and why limit them to Valentine’s Day? I wanted to find out.
To an unrefined eye, there is nothing overtly sexual about these dishes, save for Caseus’ erotic dish nomenclature: “Oh Baby I like it Raw…Scallops,” “Artichoke Me Soup,” “Get Duck Naked,” “Cod Piece,” and “Pound Me Berry Good.” Zinc and ROÌA are not so creative, but those who know a little about food history might pick up on a more subtle connection between alimentation and fornication. Most, if not all, of the aforementioned foods are or were at some point considered aphrodisiacs—foods that enhance one’s sex drive. Root vegetables, chocolate, shellfish, fruits, and meats have all made the list over time of sex-drive inducing edibles.
Food and sex have been intimately intertwined for years as sources of pleasure, fulfillment, desire, anxiety, and taboo. Alcohol has often completed what might be considered a sensory ménage a trois[7]—humans have been drinking the stuff since the Neolithic Period—but that is not a concern of this essay. It should also be noted that aphrodisiacs are often defined as any substance, not just food, that might entail sexual arousal. This definition is the focus of Peter V. Taberner’s seminal work,Aphrodisiacs—The Science and The Myth, perhaps one of the more concentrated academic works on aphrodisiacs, but his focus lies in herbs and other non-edible animal parts rather than food. These non-food substances don’t pique my interest. I want to know what I can get at Elm City Market or Stop and Shop to prep for a fun night in.
Aphrodisiacs as a category have origins in both mythology and medicine. The source of the word “aphrodisiac” comes from Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love and beauty, who was born from sea foam after Cronus cut Uranus’ peen off and threw it into the ocean.[8] You might picture Aphrodite as coming out of a scallop shell—think Botticelli’s The Birth of Venus—but her sexual aura has been conflated to seafood in general, oysters included.[9] Alas, Aphrodite did not spring from dark-chocolate-chili-dusted carrots.
More comprehensive qualifications for how aphrodisiacs were defined undoubtedly came from the medical spheres of ancient civilizations. Ayurvedic medicine in India used food-based prescriptions for various ailments and stressed the importance of balance of doshas—the elements—in achieving health.[10] Ayurvedic medicine claimed the body used food to manufacture sexual materials like semen or ova and that aphrodisiacs could replenish the loins of any sprayed seed.[11] Along similar lines, Chinese medical dogma claimed that foods had “heating” and “cooling” properties—a yin-yang of balance.
Ancient Greece is to thank for the Western counterpart to a balance-based health regime, as thinkers like Hippocrates and later physicians like Galen developed a system of humors that were believed to dictate one’s temperament.[12] The human body was seen as a microcosm of nature, made up of four constituent humors that affected the health of the individual they composed. Blood, yellow bile, phlegm, and black bile harmoniously existed in each human, but a slight imbalance could cause illness or have an effect on one’s general temperament. True to the microcosm-of-nature metaphor, each humor has an associated element and season—blood: air, spring; phlegm: water, winter; yellow bile: fire, summer; and black bile: earth, autumn. Each humor was some combination of wet, dry, hot, and cold, akin to Chinese conceptions of health and balance.
To treat an imbalance, foods or other treatments associated with a certain humor would be administered to recalibrate the body in a way that would treat the patient of his or her illness. If someone was phlegmatic—too cold or too wet—“heating” foods might be prescribed.[13] Cardamom and other spices were considered hot and dry, and cucumbers were considered wet and moist.[14] Foods that would increase blood or phlegm, like grapes, were thought to be best for lovemaking, so sometimes an intentional imbalance was achieved by eating aphrodisiacs.[15]
This Galenic theory, honed during the second century C.E., made its way east into Arabic texts and literature about health. Humoristic theory was central to medical knowledge in the Arabic world. Greek medicine was “not only borrowed, digested and assimilated, but also expanded and developed.”[16] Arabic texts incorporate reviews of recipes, for example, that would have served as a pre-game to hitting the sack. Arabic sources are generally important to a discussion about aphrodisiacs, since medieval Arabic literature on sexology and erotology (the erotic) is robust and expansive. Arabic sexology drew on both Greek scholarly traditions and Indian medical traditions as well.[17]
One historian’s classification of Arabic sexological texts includes a category for “books dealing with the sexual capacity of men and women; kinds of invigorating food and drugs that keep sexual capacity normal…”[18] Writing within this category in the thirteenth century C.E., one Sultan felt the need to explain that aphrodisiacs and sex were okay to discuss: his rationale was that sex is paramount to procreation, even if procreation is not necessary for sex.[19] (This religious taboo of sex was more relevant to Christianity, as monks were the primary consumers of the aphrodisiac fruits and shellfish—fasting foods with heavenly taste.[20]) The sultan claimed that cucumber, marshmallow, various seeds, spices, pearls, coconut and other ingredients were all remedies for heightened sexual performance, increased sperm, and strengthened potency.[21] Later texts, like The Perfumed Garden, written in the fifteenth century, have plenty of aphrodisiac recipes for use by married men.[22]
It seems like everyone sought to eat their way to good sex, at least to some degree. Byzantine doctors considered eating certain foods a worthy approach to kick-starting sexual arousal. Medical conventional wisdom maintained that birds like cockerels, partridges, and pigeons; fish, octopus, and mollusks; and rocket, turnips, broad beans, and chickpeas were all potent aphrodisiacs and should be consumed prior to sex—all very reminiscent of a meal Caseus.[23] As important as consuming aphrodisiac foods prior to sex was avoiding anaphrodisiac foods, or foods that could stymie sex drive or decrease sperm count. Lentils were one such anaphrodisiac in the Byzantine context.[24] Compared to chickpeas, lentils aren’t so different, but their potential to cause flatulence was probably enough reason to prevent their aphrodisiac status.[25] Not down.
Most aphrodisiacs are also rare—in the same way a fancy meal today might be reserved for a special night with a special someone. Saffron, the delicate threads of the Crocus flower, makes frequent appearance in scholarship on Byzantine cuisine.[26] “Rare” birds, not just any old bird, might be more qualified to be an aphrodisiac less because of some innate chemical property and more because they are rare.[27] Rarity equals expense, and expensive means attractive. The Sultan’s aforementioned pearls are a rare product of the oyster; the oyster’s aphrodisiac status has another leg to stand on.
The most rare foods—perhaps imaginary, impossible to find—were the foods of the gods, such as nectar and ambrosia. For these, sugar was a suitable stand-in. The connection between food and the divine often paralleled a similar connection between food and sex. What was nectar and ambrosia for the Gods would have godly effects on its human consumers, and “earthly foods that were sweet were believed to mimic these celestial draughts.”[28] To be sure, sugar was an aphrodisiac food in China and India before it became a global commodity. Everywhere else, people were obsessed with honey.[29]
Also godly was cacao to Mesoamerican civilizations like the Aztec and Inca. Most of what we know about pre-Columbian civilization comes from Spanish observers, who saw how some chocolate beverages were considered to have aphrodisiac properties while others were not.[30] Chocolate existed within a greater taxonomy of aphrodisiac plants that were either consumed orally or applied to the genitals. Like the dankest pot brownie, most of these specimens had psychoactive properties.[31] Stories of Aztec emperor Montezuma, drinking chocolate before entering his harem, may have contributed to the popular mythological sexiness that chocolate has today.[32]
One consistent theme among how cultures defined a food’s sexual potency was the degree to which it was physically analogous to human anatomy. From pre-Columbian civilizations in the Americas to ancient China, the penis of animals and other dong-shaped foods were thought to embody the masculinity and sexual vigor of their human form. Animal penis in particular was used as a means to “enhance male qualities of strength, virility, and prowess.”[33] Testicles of animals like the hare were consumed in early Byzantium.[34] Crocodile semen, a product of the animal’s genitals, was believed to have a positive effect on sex drive throughout the ancient Americas, Europe, and Asia, along with crocodile eggs and meat.[35] The obvious connection between the physical body part and its effects of consumption is a durable concept in demarcating the aphrodisiac.
Mere visual similarity to the genitals could also qualify a food as sexually stimulating. Herbs and plants were believed to be aphrodisiacs if they resembled genitalia.[36] One reason carrots and other root vegetables are ubiquitous in aphrodisiac literature might be because of their phallic shape.[37] The respective cultivators of mandrakes, mushrooms, and avocados (from the Nahuatl ahuacatl, or “testicle”) all believed these foods to serve some sexual purpose.[38] These comparisons were not limited to the male anatomy, however. Vanilla’s etymology has roots in the word “vagina,” named for the appearance of the plant’s flower.[39] Oysters are of note for their shape, texture, and smell have all been compared to both the vulva and testicle.[40] And with that, we return to our archetypal aphrodisiac.
Oysters have taken on a mythology of their own in popular American culture — one point of interest is an 1891 English court case where a man sued after his daughter was seduced by another man who served her oysters.[41] Additionally, Victorian era doctors claimed the phosphorus content in oysters had an aphrodisiac effect.[42] A union of French oyster growers at the same time commissioned a publicity campaign claiming that oysters were “the spice of love,” with sayings like “an unforgettable night of love with Normandy oysters” emblazoned on the posters, further perpetuating oyster’s coveted aphrodisiac status.[43]The rise of branding and marketing throughout the 19th and 20th centuries could essentially turn any food into an aphrodisiac.
It becomes clear that there’s no hard-and-fast (okay, maybe some hard) rules in determining what an aphrodisiac is. Placebo effect notwithstanding, history tells me that I can get laid if I stick to the foods showcasing this Saturday in New Haven—the rare truffle; the sinful pomegranate; the root veggies; the dark chocolate; the spicy arugula; the seafood that, like Aphrodite, sprang from the sea.
[1] “The devil’s brother,” essentially means served in a spicy pasta sauce.
[2] http://zincfood.com/valentines-day/.
[3] Kind of like a more solid margarita.
[4] A cookie more delicate than my self-esteem.
[5] http://roiarestaurant.com/wp-content/uploads/ROIA-Valentines-Day-2015-2.pdf.
[6] http://caseusnewhaven.com/menus-hours-info/Caseus_Vday15.pdf.
[7] Three-way, idiot.
[8] Drew Smith, Oyster: a world history, 53.
[9] Ibid.
[10] Jayanta Sengupta, “India,” In Food in Time and Place, Edited by Paul Freedman, Oakland: University of California Press (2014), 72.
[11] Miriam Hospodar, “Aphrodisiac Foods: Bringing Heaven to Earth,” Gastronomica 4, no. 4 (2004): 86.
[12] Daniel L. Newman, The Sultan’s Sex Potions: A Critical Edition, Saqi Books, 2014, 29.
[13] Ilias Anagnostakis, “Byzantine Aphrodisiacs,” In Flavors & Delights: Tastes & Pleasures of Ancient & Byzantine Cuisine, edited by Ilias Anagnostakis, (2013): 77.
[14] Newman, Sex Potions, 31.
[15] Anagnostakis, “Byzantine Aphrodisiacs,” 78.
[16] Newman, Sex Potions, 32.
[17] Ibid., 34.
[18] Ibid., 37.
[19] Ibid., 89.
[20] Anagnostakis, “Byzantine Aphrodisiacs,” 103.
[21] Newman, Sex Potions, 101. A fun read for sure.
[22] Hospodar, “Aphrodisiac,” 86.
[23] Anagnostakis, “Byzantine Aphrodisiacs,” 77.
[24] Ibid., 78.
[25] Ibid.
[26] Ibid., 78, 103.
[27] Flavors & Delights, 12.
[28] Hospodar, “Aphrodisiac,” 84.
[29] Ibid.
[30] Jan Elferink, “Aphrodisiac use in pre-Columbian Aztec and Inca cultures,” Journal of the History of Sexuality 9, no. 1 (2000): 27.
[31] Elferink, “Aphrodisiac use,” 29.
[32] Martha Graziano, “Food of the gods as mortals’ medicine: The uses of chocolate and cacao products,” Pharmacy in history 40, no. 4 (1998): 133.
[33] Robert Rotenberg, “Udders, Penises, and Testicles,” Ethnology 47, no. 2 (2008): 125.
[34] Flavors & Delights, 12.
[35] Hospodar, “Aphrodisiac,” 85.
[36] Ibid., 89.
[37] Diane D. Edwards, “Through the Eyes of a Potato,” Science News (1988): 12-13.
[38] Hospodar, “Aphrodisiac,” 89.
[39] Ibid.
[40] Ibid., 85.
[41] Anne Hardy, “Exorcizing Molly Malone: Typhoid and Shellfish Consumption in Urban Britain 1860–1960,” In History workshop journal, vol. 55, no. 1 (2003): 76.
[42] Ibid.
[43] Smith, Oyster, 123.
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Posted on 28 January 2015.
A scale measuring how gay you would go to get a job in consulting, from 0 (not at all) to 6 (really really gay).
Jerry: Did you have to do anything crazy to get that Bain interview?
Terry: I’m like a 4 on the McKinsey scale, so I blew my interviewer a kiss after I killed my case.
Gary: I ended a PowerPoint presentation with a Cher song! I’m a 6.
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Posted on 27 January 2015.
Snow, snow everywhere; not any stimulants to take! But enough about albatrosses, because
the Bullblog has it on good authority that the Starbucks at Chapel and High will be open at 1. Shoutout to yer boys Chris and Kenny!
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Posted on 25 January 2015.
Special delivery! Grandbigs galore.
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Posted on 03 November 2014.
It’s almost
Boating Day! Don’t forget to go
boat. It’s important and for the good of democracy!
Boat for Malloy, or boat for Foley. Boat for what you think is right and what you stand for. Social justice is very important to me, so I’m boating tomorrow. Boat twice! I don’t care!
See you tomorrow when you go boating! Get out the Boat 2014, Hillary 2016, and Beverly Hills 90210.
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Posted on 19 October 2014.
Sources confirmed Sunday that the popular chicken wing joint will give its final cluck tomorrow, Monday, October 20. According to a handwritten sign on the window, customers can participate in a “Death Wing Challenge” and have the opportunity to “Get Free Food.”
What I’m wondering now is where will Little Salad Shop get their chicken from? And which sauce will I miss the most?
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Posted on 14 October 2014.
It gets bitter. (Wikimedia Commons)
I’m crying right now for a lot of reasons, but mainly because I just hopped onto Wikipedia and discovered that the Nobel Prize recipient in Economics, who was announced today, is not associated with Yale — meaning that no one associated with Yale won any of the Nobel Prizes. Not even a bullshitty one like Chemistry. Ugh. This is particularly disappointing after Yale’s banner 2013 when two professors took their one million Swedish kronor and ran and everyone was happy. But this is just sad and makes me feel empty inside. Like, seriously, Yale? Try a little harder. Shithead. Regroup and get a hold of yourself. This is ridiculous. I know it’s midterms or whatever, and you’re getting over that cold, but so is everyone else. Furthermore, I totally saw you over the weekend with your parents at Bella’s for brunch so I know you have free time that you’re not spending trying to get a Nobel. And that’s unac-fucking-ceptable. Seriously. I am embarrassed, and I am ashamed. I bet your dad is ashamed of you too — scornfully choking down his orange juice as he can’t stop thinking about the fact that you didn’t get a Nobel. “Wow, and I started to finally like him,” he thought to himself, rye toast all slathered in orange marmalade. “And then he goes and doesn’t win a single Nobel Prize, and I’m not so sure.” None of them. Not any of the six of them. Not a single one. There are six to choose from and one of them is literally “Physiology or Medicine” so there are basically seven. And they all eluded you. I do not understand. Were you not breastfed, Yale? Come on. Talk to me next year, Yale, but only if you get a Nobel. Otherwise, talk to the hand, because I’m pissed. Like, royally pissed. Like, Royal-Swedish-Academy-of-Sciences-ly pissed. Asshole.
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Posted on 23 September 2014.
Ever wanted to meticulously curate something other than your Insta?
The Bullblog has received the 4-1-1 on an opportunity to do just that: in the
Robert Rauschenberg Emerging Curator Competition! You could win a curatorial fellowship, so you could bypass all your case interviews!
Don’t know who Robert Rauschenberg is (he sounds fun) but Maya’s Room would be way chiller if the exhibition was filled with his works. This is my favorite obscure competition since the Adrian Van Sinderen Book Collecting Prize.
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Posted on 22 September 2014.
WOTS EVERYONES REAL?!?!?!?
If you know literally anything about me, it’s that I hate box, but LOVE Box 63! Get it?! But that’s neither here nor there. What you really need to know about me is that I FUCKING LOVE THE YALE DAILY NEWS! I love brackets!!! And I LOVE LISTING SHIT THAT I LOVE!!!!!!!!!
I am so fucking excited to announce that I spent 5 minutes in Photoshop crafting the fucking funniest thing to hit 202 York since Hurricane Sandy! I am so excited to speculate (all I evr do) about who the next YDN Editor-in-Chief will be because I have so many questions. Among them: Will that person have graduated from Andover? (That leaves two options.) Will that person be from Chicago, like me? (That also leaves two options.) Have I hooked up with that person? (All remain.) Will that person follow in the footsteps of Preston Tapley Stephenson IV and be in SAE? (One remains.) I HAVE NO IDEA BUT I’M BITING MY NAILS SO MUCH RN!!!
To break it down, we’ve split the bracket into four sections. Hyphenated last names are progressive, Frat Row are members of Yale’s most upstanding Greek communities, Names with only one vowel are a creative way to say that I am Facebook friends with these people but otherwise don’t know too too much about them and #INTERNATIONAL #LOVE means my booty don’t need explainin!
E-mail me w your filled out bracket, your phone number, and your Venmo ID (will discuss later) and you’ll be entered in to win whatever mess this makes.
Hi Larry! <3
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