Food for Sex
When I heard about Fifty Shades of Grey, the trilogy by E L James last February, it was from my best friend Stacey Pashcow who has a knack for stumbling upon the next big thing. That book had been turning up at brunches all over the Upper East Side in whispers. Now that the hush has turned to a cultural roar my advice is to skim the book, already too thin to be a main course and get to the “spicy stuff” in between.
To me, nothing here turns up the heat like Kim Basinger and Mickey Rourke did back in the 80’s in the kinky movie, 9 ½ weeks. That movie rolled into suburbs everywhere and had us all running for the refrigerator. The cherries, the strawberries and honey, all used as props in the ultimate foodie seduction scene.