Bad food is better than bad sex

It is difficult to unravel the link between food and sex. If it didn’t lead to sex, I probably never would have botehred becoming a good cook or an exprt at eating out while in London. In The Observer Kathryn Flett and Alex James discuss “the joys of nude bubble and squeak, desert sex and why Last Tango in Paris should be full-fat only”.

James:

“Food and sex are close cousins. Our enjoyment of both depends upon who else comes to the table. Food shopping for one is more depressing than masturbation.”

Flett:

“Well, bad food is often worse than bad sex because women are quite often primed for bad sex but remain terribly disappointed by a crappy meal. And bad food cooked for you by the person who is also responsible for the bad sex is, probably, inevitable.

Good food, meanwhile, is obviously much better than bad sex, though good food is sometimes even better than good sex, especially while pregnant. And of course it goes without saying, though I shall say it anyway, that fabulous sex is better than almost everything… except great food cooked for you by someone with whom there is also the prospect of having fabulous sex.”