So, at the risk of ending up in some Google search I’d rather not know about  – here is my confession: I am addicted to food porn.  Yep, I can’t get enough glossy pictures, new recipes, tantalizing restaurant reviews, swaggering TV chefs and more cookbooks than any sane human would ever need. I even have a hidden Twitter feed to satisfy my daily craving…titled, of course, food porn.  Given the amount of information I inundate myself with one would think , somewhere in my brain, is enough to make me a Michelin-starred chef….but, alas I have a deficiency when it comes to practical recall.  I tend to remember the best  juicy, useful info after I am near the end of the latest cooking adventure (damn…chocolate in the venison stew….I bet it would  have tasted even better!)  But I do now have the ability to make dinner out of whatever might be lurking in the fridge and cupboard, handy when you are hungry, and have been working silly hours so you haven’t had tome to even go to the grocery store…..you would be amazed at what you can do with some stale bread and 3 tins of food (as long as one is chopped tomatoes).  If you have bit of cheese….well now that is a luxury meal!  Anyhow, what was I blabbering about , oh yes…soo…..I really don’t need to buy 3 different food mags in one month that all basically tell me the same thing but inevitably I get some sort of pleasure around it.  I am making someone quite rich…and I know I am not alone.  Just look at the rise TV food programmes, cookbooks, food mags, etc in the last 10 years.  Sad to say I am not unique…I am part  of a wider trend, but I do like to think I am just a wee bit more informed than the next food geek…which may or may not be true, but it keeps me happy.