I suppose it ill-behooves a man who had a banana muffin and an apple for breakfast to dwell on food for the holidays, but food it is, today. We live in desperate times, but the fascination with stuffing ourselves during the holidays is constant and undiminished.
In Canada I suspect food-porn is our kind of porn. Nobody admits to interest in the other porn. But food is what gets our mojo going. Many Canadians would have an affair with chocolate cake or risotto before they'd canoodle with a member of the opposite sex. We'd rather get stuffed than get some humpy-bump action.