Baked Alaska by PortiaKhalo

Official Description: A tale of cake and fishmongers for Miss YellowGlue.
Word Count: 6,656

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Food turns me on. Not in a disgusting way – it’s not like I get all hot and bothered over pastrami, but food is sexy. Dude, don’t judge me. Anthony Bourdain, foie gras, the texture of meringue… yeah. There’s a very definite corollary between food and sex, quite possibly because eating and screwing are both pleasurable activities. That’s exactly why Baked Alaska by PortiaKhalo grabbed me.

Want proof that food is sexy? Read the opening lines of Baked Alaska:

He gets so worked up about cake.

“The way the knife cracks the meringue just enough to ease it down through it’s puffy goodness… And then, without knowing exactly when, your arms feels the resistance of the ice cream and it’s so hard compared to the top part!”

He licks his lips. He’s trying to slice the jelly roll he made for dessert while he describes cutting a Baked Alaska for the first time. His excitement over the solid mass of ironic ice cream makes the raspberry cream filling ooze out of the side of the roll.

Uh. Drool. I’m speechless. He gets worked up? Yeah, so do I.

So, in this one-shot Bella is a graduate student and Edward is a fishmonger (be still my heart), both living in Alaska. She bakes, and he plies her with silky-fleshed salmon. Eventually she invites him to have lunch at her house:

“Come on, Bella. Let’s cook then.”

He twirled my largest knife like a baton and my heart palpitated.

Oh yes, this was going to be fun.

I set him up to julienne the carrots, cucumbers, yellow peppers, and red onion. I took my time sauteing the shrimp, keeping him busy in return for his teasing.

He minced some garlic and threw it into my pan on the stove when I turned to get a drink.

Even the simplest interactions are loaded with these two, and it’s just so… sexy. Oh, and then there’s the bonding over trying to make the perfect Baked Alaska. I won’t say more because I’m starting to feel faint. Go read the one-shot. God help me if PortiaKhalo ever decides to write a multi-chapter fic involving food… I could spontaneously combust.