If Alice Waters made you the Egg, I imagine it would probably change the way you think about cooking. She builds a fire, slices crusty bread, brushes olive oil, gathers greens from her garden, cracks an egg, holds it over the flame in a copper spoon until it puffs like a soufflé, slides the egg onto the bread, and…Oh! I can taste it, can’t you?

As writer Daniel Duane describes it, “For that fleeting instant, I felt love.”

Such truth! Sometimes I forget that feeding someone else — feeding each other — is more than putting plates full of food on a table at a certain time as expected every morning, noon, and night. It’s actually a highly personal, sensual, and loving act.

I’m wondering: Do you feel sexy when you cook? (You totally should!)

Egg by Ira Perelman.