At last count, I have 11 seductively phographed, full-color cookbooks in my bookshelf. This isn't even my house, it's a serviced apt in expat Singapore!
According to this article here, I have serveral 'gastro-porn' equivalents of the Joy of Sex:
Now it cannot escape attention that there are curious parallels between manuals on sexual techniques and manuals on the preparation of food; the same studious emphasis on leisurely technique, the same apostrophes to the ultimate, heavenly delights. True gastro-porn heightens the excitement and also the sense of the unattainable by proffering colored photographs of various completed recipes. The gastro-pornhound can … moisten his lips over a color plate of fresh water crayfish au gratin à la Fernand Point. True, you cannot get fresh crayfish in the United States or indeed black truffles, three tablespoons of which, cut into julienne, are recommended by [one chef]. No matter. The delights offered in sexual pornography are equally unattainable.It got me thinking...
- I did take a cookbook to read in bed and picture myself trying a few cooking techniques.
- I've given serious thought to buying some cooking toys... erm I mean tools. Like this suggestively-shaped handblender. Am I SATC's Samantha shopping for a vibrator?
Well truth is I do enjoy cooking more and more now - what started out of plain Singapore-induced boredom is getting to be quite a good hobby, provided that I put myself on a cookbook buying embargo.
Tried very hard to rope in my Thai colleague to be my guinea pig today. It's not as easy as you'd think - from what pieces of information I can gather, this is what she usually takes in daily.
Breakfast - Soya Milk, mixed with green tea and strawberry Nesvita cereal.
Lunch (all-day buffet actually) - Sunflower Seeds. Soya Milk.
Dinner - Fruits.
Alas, my menu of potato salad and corn and ginger soup could not entice her.
Apple and Cinnamon Pudding - from earlier 
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