Food Porn

You can always bond with a stranger over food; there is nothing more tantalising then the descriptions of dripping pork on sourdough bread, layered with golden onions that drip oil onto fingers begging to be licked. Food porn, the most erotic of conversations to have with strangers before lunch, the most intimate and sensual joint salivating of mouths as you share experiences about the upmost of gastronomical pleasure. Base simplicity and primitive fulfilment, like the enjoyment of a branded product such as chocolate, to the sensual complexity of eating a hot dog or a burger or a baked egg dish whilst in another continent, how nothing, nothing, can ever compare to the local inflection of that particular grill or that particular sidewalk. How you wish you were anywhere but here, with packaged cous cous gone slimy in a Tupperware box waiting to be eating in a way you can only describe as disengaged. You go through the motions of bite, swallow, chew without pondering the mathematical equation that created this taste sensation on your palette. Is that turmeric + cayenne pepper +fish stock = this dish? Is that right? You must keep mulling it over until those tiny mush particles of haddock start to make more sense. You need to seriously contemplate how you can prepare this dish at home to impress a man or a woman.


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