The F-Word finds the G-Spot...

Today my attention and thoughts have been drawn to the millennium makeover of the modern man. As time has elapsed over the years there has been a quiet awakening from male hibernation that has brought about the gradual change from caveman to cool, builder to buff, grunge to groomed. But just as our couch potatoes have started the trade-in for a plush new chaise longue, I wonder if simply being metrosexual is no longer enough?

The basic F-undamentals of the male are changing. Role reversal has gone to the next level – as Nineties Girl Power has broken the female shackles from the kitchen stove, the Noughties have seen the wooden spoon baton pass to our boys.

The Metrosexual has been overtaken by the Gastrosexual - the latest foodimentary man-skill to purvey passion to the palate through his culinary cunningness (…..not to be said too quickly if on your 2^nd glass of Pinot Grigio).

Discovering this g-spot has benefited us all, both in and out of the kitchen. There simply isn’t anything better than a man who can dress the perfect salad and season the perfect sauce and, lets be honest, after a hard day’s work at the office is there anything more rewarding than to know that your man can prepare the perfect meat and two veg for dinner?  

What has been a small step for gastronaut legends such as Ramsay and Pierre-White, has been a giant leap for the rest of mankind, and one to most definitely ‘go large’.

Whilst there is a mastery, however, to guaranteeing a Michelin Star service of such gastrogasmic delights, I wonder ...is it reserved only for the kitchen or is it a case that the true masters either have it or they don’t? The secret recipe to whet our appetites - the art of massaging the plumpest, ripest tomatoes on the vine, adding just enough oil to keep the pan perfectly hot for the most succulent of meat, bringing it all to the boil and keeping it simmering before finally serving al dente. (....we are talking perfect spaghetti bolognese, yeah?)

So, as we prepare to stand more and more heat from the kitchen, perhaps there is only question to be asked….Anyone for dessert?

 ‘Til next time, Pandora