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“I'm at the age where food has taken the place of sex in my life. In fact, I've just had a mirror put over my kitchen table.” -Rodney Dangerfield

The link between food and sex has been explored through film, music, literature, and bad Cosmo tips. They share terms and phrases: forbidden fruit, popping one’s cherry; nice melons; spice up your love life. Aphrodisiacs are the elixirs of love. Snacking is brought into the bedroom with edible panties, flavored condoms and lotions, melted chocolate, and unusual uses of Altoids and American Pies. There is even a term for a fetish that involves the smearing, wiping, throwing, and drizzling of food on the body. It’s called “Sploshing.” No, really, Google it.

“A Mirror Over My Kitchen Table” tests this paring of food and sex through the use of innocuous recipes culled from a traditional cookbook. This tongue-in-cheek sound piece exploits the often comic result of marrying one’s love of food with one’s love of the flesh.

A Mirror Over My Kitchen Table