Carrying on as usual like someone given the words "porn star" in a game of charades, the hostess pouted and simpered beside the Seine about how she "loved the sophistication" of the French, but preferred her Christmas food to be "simpler"....
After this two-minute monologue-travelogue, she was back in the pretend London house with the pretend friends that she uses for her cookery shows. Most of it was the stuff she does at any time of year, including the flow of sub-erotic imagery: "Road to temptation ... amber swell of syrup ... like to dive right in ... something about that waxy chewy feel."
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