I've been known to clutch a copy of Cooks Illustrated to my breast, inky photos of wine-soaked Bosch pears pressed into tender flesh. I salivate over food porn the way others have drowned themselves in Hustler Honeys'. I have similar blood lusts toward ancient issues of Gourmet, and English translations of Elizabeth David's Mediterranean cooking manuals.
Analogies between food and erotica go deep inside our taste buds. I was pleased to see that Harper's magazine has devoted an essay to the subject in the current issue, "Debbie Does Salad: The Food Network at the Frontiers of Pornography" by Fred Kaufman.