Most evenings, Mr. B. would spend hours and hours in front of the computer watching videos after videos of his favorite subject of all time. He would go to sleep dreaming about it. Wake up thinking about it. Plan his days around it, and demonstrate what he learned throughout the week to D. on Friday evenings. You see, Mr. B. is a porn addict. A food porn addict.
The phrase "food porn" became part of the English language which applies to the "spectacular visual presentation of food with the intention of arousing the desire to eat". It specifically refers to food styling and photography as presented in cookbooks, in advertisements as well as in cookery shows. Mr. B.'s particular favorites are Nigella Lawson, Jamie Oliver and Chef John Mitzewich whom he considers the kings and queen of food porn.
It really doesn't take much to arouse Mr. B.'s desire to eat. So he concentrates on developing his skills to cook. D.'s birthday gift of expensive knife set, and his former colleagues' gift of Le Creuset pots increased his addiction even further. He now cuts his vegetables and cooks with relish. He also cleans his pots and knives and refuses to let the house cleaner touch them. He makes sure his food has a balance of flavors - tang, sweetness, saltiness and talks about different layers of aroma and taste (something he learned from Paris, I think). He also makes sure his final presentation has every color in the spectrum represented. The other day, he made a simple omelette with red and yellow bell peppers and topped it with so much coriander to get that nice green leafy look on that golden folds of cooked eggs. He is even threatening to take over my Easy Eats feature although his preparation is never easy.
In a way, I am happy that Mr. B. found something that makes him happy while waiting for the next job opportunity. He spends his days food shopping, trying new recipes, cooking for D. and his evening learning from the masters.
It's not all that bad to be a porn addict if you ask me.