Nothing Is Sexier Than A Hot Guy Who Knows How To Cook

I went to a cooking seminar at Atlantic Superstore last night. I was expecting an old, paunchy, cranky chef.
Instead, the chef was young, funny, and wildly attractive. There were 15 of us in the class, 14 women and one very obviously homosexual man, and all of us were staring and salivating, at the food, and at Chef Scott.
He made "mussels poached in shallots and garlic finished with malt vinegar and sweet butter," "Nova Scotia haddock and salmon hodgepodge," and "apple cheddar cobbler." It was gooooood.
If we had been alone, I'm sorry to say that after tasting the mussels, there is a good chance that I would have thrown myself on his counter, yelling, "Shag me! Shag me!" Sorry, Peter.
I won a jar of President's Choice Chinese five-spice blend by figuring out that he'd used cardamom in the cobbler, and I also guessed he'd used fennel in the hodge podge, and he said I had a good palate. I actually tittered like a teenage girl.
Good times!