Food Porn
by the Caveat Queen
Sitting slack-jawed, drooling, and motionless on the
couch last weekend, I sat staring at the television as the hours passed. I was jealously watching the host of each
show enjoy luscious dishes that I could only dream of encountering. At one point, I actually groaned as the host
described a dish that he was preparing to enjoy. That’s when it hit me. These shows had crossed the line, or I
had. Someone certainly had, as these
oversized sandwiches, their contents temptingly spilling onto the plate and
practically into my living room, desserts whose chocolate nearly melted right
into my mouth, and sauces whose ingredients only needed to be mentioned to make
me want to climb right through the TV into the kitchens that I was voyeuristically
watching: I wasn’t watching cooking shows!
These were food porn!
