Caroline then proceeded to show me the fat chick way to eat pancakes. She put two pancakes together, rolling them up like a burrito. Then, inside, she stuffed in six little pads of butter, nearly half a jar of jam, and then topped it off with so much syrup that the thing sprouted a leak, dripping onto her plate.
I generally assume that the description of food is to create a sense of anticipation for the weight gain to come, and to express a sense of gluttonous hedonism and further than eating itself can be an erotic act. There are also issues relating to manners, sloppiness, ect. But the folks at Munchies say that decadent food itself can be sexy.
“Food today is one big erotic equation. It’s all about obstacle plus prohibition plus yearning, which equals desire. It’s often full of guilt and conflicting messages like, ‘This is yummy!’ and ‘This is bad for you!’ We’re stuck yearning for it--and deeply captivated by desire--like a lover we can’t have.”
Wha do you think? Is food a supporting player in other fantasies, or can well-described piece of decadent food itself be sexy?