It is an especially good thing that I am was not lying in bed with my laptop as I read this article because then I would feel uneasy, possibly even have to change my sheets. Is it only gravlax that this writer ponders as a food with a sensual correlation? Why not the very primitive hotdog? Or the exquisite joy of letting oysters slip so gracefully from their shells and slide down one's throat. Only a true lover of food can know this experience. How only a lover can know about making love, and we are not talking just having sex, but the act of true lovemaking here. When you take a slice of perfectly seared foie into your mouth, it is then that you comprehend precisely what we are talking about. This is an experience that the words of we mortals cannot even begin to adequately describe...it is the feeling of warmth and satisfaction of orgasmic proportion. After all, this is why we eat the things we eat., isn't it? What would be the thrill of a huge spoonful of Beluga if it didn't give us a "rush"? What is the thrill of gulping down well aged ports, quaffing Penfolds Grange, as if there was no tomorrow? Why do we drink Chateau d' Yquem when we could make a mortgage payment with what we pay for just a bottle...because of the "rush". Possibly for the intense and unparallelled heights? It is all a "rush" and is just as much a "rush" for the foodie as great sex. Possibly even better?