No tomatoes, please

Huzzah! Today marks the arrival of my lovely new mattress! Now I don’t have to sleep on the floor anymore. I’m still eagerly awaiting the arrival of my slick Ikea bed which is sure to be a bitch and a half to put together, but will still be pretty awesome.

Seriously though, speaking of beds, I’m not sure what got me started on this tangent, but as I was deliriously driving back to Chapel Hill from Charlotte in the throes of a fever I began to think about sex + food. I think the tenuous connection in my head made more sense at the time, but I haven’t been able to stop pondering the appeal of such a thing. Now, as much as I love food, and as much as I love, uh, the idea of being sexy, I feel like those are two things that I do not want to mix.

What is undeniably sexy though, is cooking with someone or having someone cook for you. I would say that it is the best kind of foreplay (I imagine…), especially if the food is yummy. But the thought of taking the food with you to the afterward times is when I get an icky feeling. It’s kind of like that scene in 9 1/2 Weeks when Mickey Rourke is all feeding stuff to Kim Basinger and she’s all blindfolded, and he freakin feeds her a jalapeno, and she’s freaking out, and he’s all, “haha I’m abusive,” and she’s all, “gah! I’m gonna die! Let’s do it.” But I digress.

Anywho, I was truly racking my brain, trying to think of foods that are actually suitable to take into the bedroom, but I can’t think of any that don’t disgust me. There are the usual suspects, such as whipped cream and chocolate sauce, of course, but lo! The terrifying sheet-ruining, hair-sticking prospects of such things are too much for me to bear. Also, I’ve seen edible underwear, and I can’t think of a thing I’d want to eat less. You could pretty much just wrap a fruit-by-the-foot around your parts and it would probably taste better and be less likely to pull all your teeth out.

So, maybe, ice, I guess? I read in Cosmo once that that’s sexy, yeah? I might be able to get behind that one, since ice is just frozen water, and water never really hurt anyone (except that girl that was on Maury who was allergic to water. True story).

Also another pet peeve of mine is when people (ahem guys) call food sexy. There was some dude on Top Chef who used to call his dishes sexy all the time, and I just found that so obnoxious for some reason. Don’t get me wrong, food is super sexy, but it’s kind of just like if you were describing yourself, if you have to tell people you’re sexy, you probably aren’t.

Also, least sexy food = olives with stones. Nothing is less attractive than spitting out a giant olive pit into your hand or trying to spit it into something else and missing. Lame.

That is all for now. Hope I didn’t gross you out too much.