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Does Cooking Make You Gay?

By Adam Roberts
January 30, 2007

Easy-Bake Ovens are not traditionally marketed to boys. The commercials (see below) are festive and feminine, with girls grinning ear to ear as they bake mini pizzas and cupcakes with a high-powered light bulb. The colors on the box are pink, the spokesperson’s voice is female. A little boy watching a commercial for an Easy-Bake Oven should roll his eyes or make a fart noise with his mouth to assert his masculinity. Unless that little boy leans closer to the screen, scratches his head and wonders how he can tell his mother or father that he doesn’t want a bicycle for Hanukkah or a Light Bright. He wants an Easy-Bake Oven so he can learn to cook.

Not that I know from experience or anything. During my childhood, I was too busy collecting Garbage Pail Kids and playing Nintendo to worry over my lack of an Easy-Bake Oven. OK, I’ll confess, my curiosity was piqued, but I suppressed that part of myself. I suppressed it much the same way I suppressed my desire for a Bedazzler or my secret wish for a little sister whom I could dress up. When my younger brother was born, I ran to the car as my dad pulled up with the news and asked, “Is he a she?” (He was, and still is, a he.)

The desire to cook, though, ran deeper than the desire to do these other things. My mom recalls that when she fed me my baby food, I’d begin to bawl when the little jar was empty. “You loved food,” she says. “We really worried you’d be fat your whole life.”

So there was a love of food from the very beginning but no way to requite it. The kitchen was a forbidden zone, both for me and anyone else. No one cooked in my family, and the oldest son wasn’t going to be the one to lead the revolution. It took distance and college and time before I could brave my way into the kitchen. Is it a coincidence that my coming out of the closet junior year coincided perfectly with my coming out as a cook? The two events, while seemingly unrelated, certainly fed into each other. As a gay man, I didn’t have to operate within the confines of my gender. My unwillingness to play football at Thanksgiving was now acceptable and so was my newfound enthusiasm for artisanal cheese, cold-pressed olive oil, and Niçoise olives.

What’s fascinating, however, is that the struggle I went through doesn’t translate as clearly in the world of restaurant chefs. While men cooking at home frequently raise an eyebrow, restaurant chefs are, if anything, considered more masculine for what they do. Who’s gruffer than Anthony Bourdain? Who’s more brazen than Mario Batali? And look at how those Japanese Iron Chefs wield their knives like action stars.

Restaurant kitchens are like fraternities, particularly in how they haze their recruits. One need only read Bill Buford's Heat or Bourdain's Kitchen Confidential to become aware of the testosterone-fueled world of restaurant cooking. When I worked as a waiter in Atlanta, all the waiters were either women or gay men, and all the chefs were straight. The dynamic between the front of the house (welcoming, accommodating, warm) and the back of the house (hostile, angry, aggressive) provides a perfect model for the dynamic at play here: It’s Grandma vs. Godzilla. You can see why alpha males are drawn to restaurant cooking (just watch Top Chef) and you can also see why so many gay men, who are famously affable, funny, and amusing, make good home chefs.

Of course we’re speaking in generalities here. There are plenty of alpha-male gay men, and there are plenty of effeminate straight male restaurant chefs. I asked food blogger David Lebovitz, who spent many years as a chef at Chez Panisse, and he said, “Anthony Bourdain wrote in his first book that in a professional kitchen, all that matters after the first few hours is that you can do the job. Most people no longer care what color you are or if you're a homo. If you can get the job done, then you're in.”

I believe that. But it’s hard to ignore the dearth of openly gay male chefs working in restaurants today. Of all the famous chefs launched by the Food Network and Bravo, how many are openly gay men? I can name one: Ted Allen. But he’s not a restaurant chef, he’s a home chef. And you can see his confidence flounder when placed alongside a straight bulldog like Jeffrey Steingarten at the Iron Chef’s judging table. Steingarten (not a chef, but a distinguished food writer) wipes the floor with him every time, and Ted Allen’s credibility is immediately called into question. Who is this guy? What’s his pedigree? He was on Queer Eye and he has a cookbook. Big whoop.

Home cooking, then, is a locus of much anxiety for many men in our culture. Gay men embrace it because they can, but what about straight men? Is it effeminizing for straight men to spend more time in the kitchen than watching sports in the den? Does cooking at home make you gay?

That question is purposely naïve. Of course cooking at home doesn’t make you gay any more than skeet shooting makes you straight. It’s really a question of perception: how do we perceive the man who cooks at home in our society? Is it still effeminizing? Does it denote a lack of ferocity, of authority, of the basic male instinct to hunt the food rather than prepare it?

Straight men who cook are often seen as more tender-hearted, more sensitive. Think of movies: How do you establish a male character’s softer side in a movie? Show him cooking. Think of the cooking scenes in The Godfather and Goodfellas. What’s more character-defining, chopping a guy’s head off with a butcher knife or slicing garlic with a razor? Even Tony Soprano takes pride in manning his grill. True, the grill is a different thing altogether. It’s as far away from the Easy-Bake Oven as you can get.

Perhaps, then, the Kinsey Scale of cooking lies between these two points. Are you more Easy-Bake or Weber? More light bulb or charcoal? The answer probably says less about your sexuality than it does about your food. You can’t really get a good char with a light bulb.


Here's a bonus Easy-Bake commercial for you.

Serious Eats contributing editor Adam Roberts can also be found at The Amateur Gourmet.


In advertising where I once worked and most of the men where married with children and one assumes are not gay, all amost to a man cooked, and most of the women, who were not yet married (and didn't have any kids) didn't even boil water.

Most of the men were Jewish or Italian and loved food, everything about food, esp. eating it. It was refreshing.

Look at all of the male TV chefs these days - I can't think of one that's obviously gay. If anything, their personas are all about ballsy spices and big flavors, which for whatever reason skew straight.

This is an interesting piece. What about "out" lesbian chefs? Aren't there quite a few, at least more than gay male chefs? And wasn't Carlos on Top Chef gay? I would explore this more if I were you. Your writing is sensitive about the topic while retaining your amazing sense of humor. Good job Adam!

I find this topic interesting simply because I am male, I am straight, I am married, I do almost all the cooking in my household and have for years.

Food has always been an important part of my life. When I lived in California with my last wife, no one batted an eyelid at the idea that I did most of the cooking. (They just came for holidays and rained praise.) Since moving to Texas, I've seen "the look" when I mention that I do most of the cooking. It gets more pronounced when I tell people I don't have a clue what teams are playing in this year's bowl game.

But I just do what I've always done. I tell them I'm a programmer and even the burliest Texan just goes "Ahhhhhh!"

Why do you relate "gay" with being effeminate? Your headline should read "Does Cooking Make Men Feminine?" That's the real subject here. The Easy Bake versus Weber grill analogy is really feminine versus masculine—which begs the fundamental question of what is wrong with being feminine? Historically, we as society treat women as inferior to men. Sexism. It exists in the kitchen because it exists in society. Even with all the celebrity female chefs (who are oftentimes exploited for their "sex appeal") there exists a "stainless steel" ceiling for women in the restaurant world. That would be a more apropos topic.

Ah, but you forgot to point out that Hasbro recently went on to make a REAL MEAL oven for REAL MANLY MAN BOYS. During the holidays, that post got a lot of traffic from Google for people searching for "easy bake oven for boys".

I am a bit like jdrussel right above. I am not sure about any of this home cook thing. As far as I know: I am male, I am straight, I watch football and other pro sports, like sports cars and am the best cook in my family (that includes sister in laws, mother and grandmother.) I know that sounds cocky but that's what they tell me. I think, in my case, that it has a lot to do with being an Epicurian and an Hedonist in most of their definitions. Unlike you, I was allowed in the kitchen and my mother would always give me things to do in the kitchen, either stirring stuff or making whipped cream with beater, and I was the only one of my 2 brothers to do that, simply because I loved to eat and loved to see how it was done. Perhaps I am not the most refined of cooks (my presentation mostly sucks compared to a restaurants but I try) but my interest in food, how it works, what makes it good, how to make it better is a well that is not soon to be empty. I read about food, I cook food, I eat food and most importantly: I live food.

Since this an important issue that all parents need to consider when buying toys for their kids. ALWAYS buy you child a gender appropriate toy. I you catch your child playing with gender innappriated toys the parents ought to first spank the boy and then shove a G.I.O. in his face. Also we need to consider what comes first the chicken or the egg? Are they gay boys and therefore want a easy bake oven? Or do they become gay becaue the played with their sisters? Ipersonally believe its's because I and other boys played with their sisters. My parents should have kept a better eye on me. Now I am now afflicted with this very serious illness called homosexuality. Since I am now doomed to live a life of loneliness and dispair I went out and bought my very own easybake oven. I have some great recipes if anyone is interested. Lets swap. Thankyou, Aaron www.aaronjasonsilver.com

As I've said before somewhere on Serious Eats (oh, right here), I started cooking in earnest -- also in college -- to try to impress girls. (It totally didn't work.)

Anyway, I've never seen cooking as gay or effeminate. I think my ninth-grade home economics teacher tried to dispel that notion with a pep talk along the lines of "If you want to eat, you're gonna have to learn to cook," with further explanation that cooking was a "life skill" and that, given changing lifestyles and demographics, there was a high chance that even the most sexist of boys in the classroom would someday have to cook for themselves at some point between moving out of mom and dad's place and marrying whatever woman they could scare up who would cook for and clean up after them. I saw the logic in that and knew I didn't want to eat Hungry Man dinners, frozen burritos, and McDonald's for the rest of my life.

I really feel I need to chime in on aaronjasonsilver's comment above.

Please tell me that was some sort of very sad joke! As I said previously, I am straight, and I've always known that I was. But I've had my share of friends and family members, both male and female, who were openly gay and very well adjusted. I would not say that any of them are "diseased".

I played with my little sister as a child. I played with her toys with her and I did her makeup for her eighth-grade graduation. Then I went with my girlfriend to watch her walk the podium for her diploma. (I missed her High School Graduation due to military service)

To say that you should physically "adjust" your child's behavior for something as freakishly normal as liking a girl's toy is idiotic at best, and shamelessly ignorant at worst. My youngest son was a huge fan of Dora the Explorer for a while... It passed. he also enjoyed helping me cook, and would gladly mix pancake batter with me on Sunday mornings.

If he ends up homosexual, so be it. He's still welcome for dinner. I'll save the spankings for something serious, like causing harm to others, theft or blatant prejudice.

I love when writers on Serious Eats raise thought-provoking questions on interesting topics, and I think Adam Roberts indeed did that here. In my family of six (four straight boys and our parents) nobody was interested in cooking, least of all my mom. But we all had a passion for food and the pleasure you can derive from it, and that passion lives on to this day. I cook when I have time to relax and enjoy it, as do many of my male friends gay and straight. So while I don't necessarily agree with Adam's premise, I certainly enjoyed reading the story and having it on Serious Eats.

If I was an eight year-old boy living in rural Oklahoma and wanted to plug in an Easy Bake Oven and contribute to the PTA bake sale, I'd be run into one of those programs designed to "cure" gayness and my family would hide in seclusion and pray for my soul. If, however, I was the same kid but instead living in Los Angeles with hip parents, they'd say I was creative and entrepreneurial and submit a story to the local newspaper. In the latter situation my sexuality would likely not be called into question. The mantra, "location, location, location" can be applied to many areas.

The single, white collar worker who comes home and relaxes by braising pork loin instead of watching football and crushing beer cans on his forehead is seen as effeminate. However, the glorified chef mugging for the cameras and penning book deals is essentially engaging in the same activity but is judged to have a bigger testosterone count and a bigger…err…chicken.

Everything is relative. Viewpoints, social status and economic standing are all going to color a person's perspective. Cooking itself is neither masculine nor feminine but people will judge the strength of a man's wrist with their own experiences and prejudices.

Excuse me now, but my Madonna "Confessions" tour DVD was just delivered and I need to go check on my soufflé.

As long as you're not having sex on the table while I'm trying to eat my entree, I don't care whom you're having sex with.

My brother, who began cooking while a rookie in baseball b/c it stretched out the meager food budget, while not gay, certainly embraces his feminine side. He carries a purse (yep, he calls it a purse, not a man bag), loves gardening, loves jewelry (the bigger the better) and has a deep affinity for The Food Channel. He loves all things food related, and is one of the best cooks I know. He routinely cooks on the weekends at local cooking shows, does BBQ events around the South, and even makes time to cater small parties for friends. Like jdrussell, my bro does all the cooking for the family (even Thanksgiving) and everyone looks forward to what comes out of the kitchen whenever we visit. Is he effeminate? Never. Does he embrace his femininity? All the time and I'm glad he does.

Adam Roberts makes some very interesting points.

I'm gayer than laughter, and have been since I was about 4, when I remember having an erotic dream about Li'l Abner. It was around that time that I became very interested in food and cooking, and my mother really encouraged me. We cooked together regularly, and I learned a lot from her and from my aunt, who lived with us at our summer house in Lakeside, Ohio. Today I review restaurants and write cookbooks and cook and cook and cook. I have to say I never really thought about whether cooking made me gay--it probably helped--but whatever did it, I'm very grateful!

As for openly gay chefs, there are precious few. I know three in Manhattan, and I know about 100 male chefs. I know two lesbian chefs here.

By the by, TOP CHEF did indeed feature one gay and one lesbian chef along the way.

Great, thoughtful article, Adam. (I found it through Towleroad, and will link to it at my Top Chef blog, Amuse-Biatch, http://amuse-biatch.blogspot.com). What I found interesting in reading Michael Ruhlman's latest, The Reach of a Chef, is that the chefs interviewed seemed to be mourning the passing of precisely that hypermasculine culture of hazing that Buford and Bourdain recount, and that that seems to be connected to the professionalizing of the chef, and of cooking in general. So there is also a class component to kitchen work, with the kitchen shifting from a blue-collar space (which, justifiedly or not, seems more homophobic, or at least more openly so) to a white-collar, college-educated space.

I was not an 8-year-old boy growing up in Oklahoma, but one growing up in the 50s on a wheat farm in western Kansas. I think Easy Bake came a little after my time, but I remember asking for and getting a bake set (with instant mixes) and a farm set (with a metal barn and rubber animals) the very same Christmas. Maybe back then, people weren't so aware of or at least so worried about people's sexuality. Or (as I truly know), my dirt-poor, Methodist-church-going, Bob Dole-come-to-visit-our-house Republican parents just loved me so much that it didn't matter that I always seemed to want both a "girl-toy" and a "boy-toy' for Christmas. I have a light-flashing robot and a pristine play China set that I've kept to this day.

But in regards to cooking, my mom could make about anything from lard, flour, fresh milk, and eggs. Her philosophy about cooking was that we'd have to be able to cook to teach a wife "how to cook". She didn't think that any of the girls of those days were learning how to cook at home. This has especially come true with my fisherman/hunter, retired railroad worker, older brother who cooks much better than either of the two wives he's had. He loves to pickle things, bake, and all kinds of other cooking. My other brother can cook, but his wife does pretty well on her own, learning to make my mom's recipes. My sister, too, cooks well, but now that she's widowed is more like me, a single gay man. We both enjoy cooking, but living alone, we mostly cook fast and easy.

I also remember back them some farm wives out on the tractor, and maybe a comment was made by a few others about that, but if the field needed plowed, it needed plowed, and that was about it.

I think these days, people sometimes worry too much about the "hows and whys". There's nothing more feminine or masculine about driving a tractor than there is about peeling a potato. In the end, they both need to just get done.

My husband is one of the best cooks that I know. He also paints, owns multiple felines and makes killer flower arrangements.

I think his parents were starting to get a little worried... ;)

I'm a confused mess . . . or so it appears to many around me. In fact, I'm not confused at all on the inside. But I'm a straight man with many qualities generally characterized as "feminine" or "gay." I love to cook; I have two cats; I grow orchids and other houseplants; I used to garden when I had a yard. Along with these more "feminine" characteristics and interests, I have many that are more "masculine." I love sports; when I owned a vehicle, I was my own mechanic; I love building things out of wood using power tools; etc. I laughed aloud when I read a post above by a man who cooks on the holidays, and is received strangely by other straight men because he doesn't know which teams are playing in the bowl game. Just this week, I accidentally made plans to cook for a group of friends on Sunday . . . then remembered it's SuperBowl Sunday . . . and moved my dinner party to Saturday because I want to cook this weekend, but I don't want to miss the game! Also, like one of the other posters who wrote that he began cooking to impress girls, I did too; but unlike him, I had great success with the approach!

However, when it comes to people who barely know me making assumptions about my sexual orientation, they usually assume I'm gay. This is true not only of homophobic men, but also gay men, and straight and gay women. Why? I think it's likely a combination of my hobbies and, perhaps, my mannerisms. But who really knows?!?! Historically, I've had no problem finding women to date, and for several years now I've had the perfect girlfriend. I live in the heart of my city's gayborhood and am hit-on by guys regularly, which I find flattering.

I guess this is all just a long-winded way of saying that the characteristics and hobbies that our society has identified as "masculine" and "feminine" have no dependent or causal relationships with sexual orientation. What's truly sad is that I've known people who have been drawn to particular activities (including cooking) but have refrained from practicing them out of fear of being perceived as gay--letting their own homophobia oppress them. I don't care what people perceive my sexual orientation to be and, as a result, I've long felt free to be who I am--whatever that means.

Great article. I often wonder about this attitude towards men that cook at home. Baking for me is an enjoyable, creative outlet. Now who would say that I'm less masculine than the guy that heads for a Casino whenever he has a moment to spare. Hey, when my wife & kids are out of the house, I head for the kitchen , grab a favorite cookbook, like Peter Rineharts "Brother Junipers Bread Book'" and I get busy. When I'm done, I am able to share homemade treats with family, friends and co-workers. I never had an easy bake oven, but everybody in my neighborhood knows that I bake, my Doctors know that I bake, women have told me that my scones and brownies are great! - And that's good enough for me.

This is just six kinds of stereotyping and I am appalled that it was written by a gay person, being gay myself. There are several openly gay male and female chefs in NYC and around the country; there have been articles written about it. The women certainly have not been shy about it but then neither are the men I know.
No one I know even thinks twice about a straight man cooking; that's so last millenium. Catch up!
But the comments ("I'm a straight male and I bake...No, I'm a straight male and I cook....I'm a straight male and I liked your article" seem to make your case for you.
And Ted Allen? Not a chef, tv personality...okay?

Interesting article. I am gay and have been interested in cooking for as long as I can remember - when I was as young as 10 or 11 I would cook a meal for our family about once a week. I also remember being jealous of my sister's Easy-Bake oven when I was younger than that.

That said, I think it is kind of silly to suggest that an interest in cooking inherently makes men "gay" or "feminine". I long for the day when people can just be who they are without worrying so much about gender roles. (Although I'm not free of that myself - although I'm openly gay and comfortable with my sexuality I have certain traits that people think of as typically male - I HATE to ask for directions (make that, I won't ask for directions ever unless it is a matter of life and death), and I hate going to the doctor, asking for help and anything that makes me feel vulnerable or seem weak).

I wonder if part of the reason that many pro chefs are so macho is because they are trying to counteract the perception that cooking is a "female" activity. I see the same thing in lot of straight male writers. Just a thought.

Note to the irony-impaired: aaronjasonsilver's post is obviously not serious


I'm a straight woman who used to be a chef and honestly, most restaurant kitchens are brutal places. It's hard, hot, heavy work that most women are not remotely interested in doing. There are tricks we learn to get things done, supporting the wrist with the other hand when lifting a heavy pot, for example. I will, if necessary, ask a man to carry something that I cannot safely move. I've never received any negative comments for it because it was a matter of safety.

I worked at one very small restaurant for a while and worked the kitchen alone on Saturday lunch services. I often brought my son (who was a preteen at the time) to make sandwiches and salads for me. It was a great bonding experience for both of us and completely safe for him.

My son's culinary education really blossomed at home, and with minimal verbal instruction he can make almost anything. He's 21 now and I'm sure that he will be the cook in his family as his fiancee can barely make a sandwich and I'm pretty sure she can't boil water.

Yes, quite a few people over the years have assumed he was gay, the long purple hair probably didn't help. One poor boy was so in love with him he would follow him around like a puppy. I felt very sorry about Danny's broken heart, but my son never led him on and told him from the beginning that he was straight.

So, my answer is no, cooking doesn't make a man gay and football and beer don't make a man straight, either.

Although straight, and confident it was the right choice for me, I am a professional chef and food editor. The question shouldn't be whether cooking makes you gay, but whether it makes a difference if you are. In all of the professional kitchens I have worked preference wasn't an issue. If you sucked as a chef you lost. Straight or gay.

I do take offense to the statement that the front of the house was kinder and less agressive than the chefs where the autor worked as waiter. Cattiness and envy were traits found in the service personell, I could always rely on my colleagues in the back in a bind.

But in the many years I have been a cook one thing is clear: gay or not being able to cook does help to get laid. (Gay chefs I know agree with me.) Ha!

This topic is particularly interesting to me because recently I've faced more than a few encounters where people have questioned my gender due to the fact that I more than happily pronounce cooking and baking as my favourite hobbies. I came back to Malaysia after spending a couple of years in Canada doing my undergrad where I learned to cook and developed a somewhat obsessive passion for it while there.

During my undergrad years (which wasnt that long ago) a bunch of us students (3 guys and 3 girls) lived in the same building and I would be the resident cook almost every weekend. We'd all come together at someone's apartment to eat while watching TV, playing poker, mah jong or just spend the whole night chatting. I found it kinda awesome that by my cooking meals for my friends every weekend I could bring everyone closer together as a group. It was almost like family. So the kind of satisfaction you got out of it was more than any words could describe.

So after coming back, when I met new people, of course I happily declared my passion. I loved doing it because I could make people happy. But more often than not, the people I've met so far raise their eyebrows when you tell them your favourite thing to do in the world is cook and bake. They go "Erm, yeah ok...you like to cook. Sure." and promptly change the topic of conversation. A female colleague at work even asked me "You like girls right?" just to make sure. It was shocking to say the least that I was considered effeminate by virtue of the fact that I liked to cook and was proud of it. Such a far cry from how it used to be.

I dunno. Maybe it's a cultural thing. Asian culture (at least back in Asia) is still very much paternalistic and a lot of the times women are still considered subservient to men. In other words they do the cooking, cleaning, laundry etc. So maybe it's just that cooking in the domestic environment is still so entrenched in the minds of many as a woman's domain that people just don't see that it really isn't gender specific anymore. It never was.

This may not necessarily be the same thing, but people often assume that women that are good at math and science are gay. It is a gender role issue. I also like to cook, not because it is something I am supposed to do, but it is like science in my home lab. I am happily married.

I hated dolls as a child, but I could make a mean play-doh pierogi. I prefered designing the barbie house, rather than playing pretend with them.

There are somethings that we don't find out that we are good at until later in life. There is a span of time where we start to mature, and not care what everyone thinks anymore. We start to trust our own judgement. We figure out what makes us happy.

My husband can figure out how to grill, other than that, the kitchen is mine. Luckily, I like this. However, he realizes that it is a skill set that he should have learned in his younger days.

Maybe once people start to mature (and some take longer than others), things start falling in place. Maybe in this instance these two particular pieces of adam fell into places at similar times.

Thanks for the piece, Adam. You brought your always charming sense of humor to an unlikely discussion for a standard food article.

My sexuality is generally a bit enigmatic to folks when they first meet me; I have very effeminate mannerisms and tastes in many respects, but in many others I don't fit the "gay archetype" that seems to have its place in our collective psyche. But I can recall a very specific conversation I had with a female once... we'd been chatting, having a good conversation, it steered to food and I confessed, excitedly, that one of my favorite hobbies was cooking.

She literally let out this, "Oooooooh," as if suddenly everything made sense.

So while I think some of the comments are right, we've come along way in certain respects regarding stereotypes and breaking boundaries, I think you also hit something worth remembering: regardless of progress, "gay" still conjurs a handful of images, and included among that handful is the well-groomed sophisticate hosting a themed dinner party ("Exotic Foods of the South Seas," lisp included) complete with color-coordinated place settings.

Whatever the cost... if my being queer has anything to do with my ridiculously good french onion soup, so be it. It will continue to entertain my dinner party guests for many years to come. :)

Many people like to cook -- gay caballeros, straight senoritas, gay senoritas, straight caballeros. Cooking is a useful skill and to me, lots of fun. (I've loved fiddling with food since i was sixteen. I am a lady, and I like guys, but that's neither here nor there. The point is, I cook, i love it, and i do it well.)
As for gay chefs, i can't believe no one mentioned one of my culinary heroes -- Top Chef contender Carlos Fernandez, who is my hero because he can make something sensational out of the most mundane ingredients. It doesn't hurt either that the man is well-mannered and gorgeous

I am a straight (non-gay) man who loves to cook but I'm not afraid to utilize large sausages in a my cooking but only if the recipe calls for it. I feel that anyone no matter their orientation has the right to enjoy football but it should not be played with a raw chicken that would be sick and perverted. I also happen to have it on good authority that Emiril uses a female stunt double which would not make him gay but might give us a clue as to why he uses the same jokes every show. Surely Food Network, if you can afford to put caviar on dog biscuits you can by Emiril a new joke book.



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