Sexy Food

An open letter to the culinary community:

Okay, I’d just like to clear something up. Food is not sexy. A person should not find it sexy, even call it sexy. Because food is not sexy. (Oh, by the way, the reason I use all these italics is to really stress how much this annoys me. You’re going to have to put up with it.)

You know, generally, I’m a pretty easy going person. Yeah, things annoy me, I get angry at them, but I don’t hold a permanent grudge. But I’m telling you; every time – every single time – I hear someone say that a certain type of food is “sexy” it drives me crazy. The irritation is so severe that I feel the need to write this up on my blog. So, um, yes, I’m not a fan.

It's just so sexy!

It seems to be mostly on those food and cooking types of TV shows that are so popular at the moment that cause the problem. The little judge, food critic, chef dudes all bouncing on their heels, making big hand gestures, and proclaiming: “I love it. Sexy! So sexy! OH MAN, IT’S SO SEXY! WOO! SEXAAAY!”

What the hell’s wrong with saying its great, or delicious, or scrumptious, or even yummo? Hmm?

I reckon by using the word “sexy” to describe food, what they’re really trying to do is make themselves seem sexy. I’m not going to name and shame the prime perpetrators of this crime, because that’s rude, but seriously dudes, if I hear one of those guys call food sexy again, I’m going to have to. It’s getting to me.

So, chef people of Australia, and the whole world, actually,

FOOD AINT SEXY!

Yours etc,

Hannah.