Cooking is sexy. Who doesn’t look hot in a sassy apron?  It’s also a great way for a girl and boy to take control of their food (and body) issues.

 

Cooking is power. The power not to merely accept what’s put on our plates, but to choose, design and make something yummy for ourselves and those we care about.  It’s the act of creation in a grocery bag.

 

Cooking is love: It nutures, heals, shows you care.

 

Cooking is dangerous. Stoves burn. Recipes fail. Kitchen knives are sharp. Raw meat can give you salmonella and Mad Cow Disease. Butter makes you fat. That’s why we keep our courage up, our budgets down, our recipes lean, and never cook without a condom (most of the time.)

 

Cooking can be simple.  Clever short cuts, basic recipes.  This way you can save your energy, and pennies, for looking hot.

Cooking isn’t everyone’s thing. And that’s okay. Every cook needs someone to enjoy and savour their creations, otherwise it’s just culinary masturbation. So being a good “food-lover” is also important.  

 

Sure, some people might bristle at the idea that a modern girl like me is “cooking for cock.” Even I bristle. But what started out as a joke (and an easy typo) just kind of stuck. Because after much writing and thinking, the way I see it, everyone is cooking for cock; straight girls, straight boys, gay boys and carpet munchers too.  Why?  We’re always cooking for something, and if we’re not, we should be.

 

So when I say “cock”, I don’t just mean his cock, the proverbial cock, the cock I want to shag or share my life with. No. My cock is bigger than his. It’s HUGE! It’s the universal cock. The primal drive to feast, and feast well. It’s also the power, the glory, the healthiness, the creativity, the sheer yumminess, and yes, the Big O. 

It’s what we’re all cooking for.