The first time I remember seeing the word "sex" in print was actually in a cookbook. I can't recall the title, but it had a green plastic spiral binding and a paperback cover with a rosy-cheeked grandmother in a frilled apron on the front. It belonged to my mother by way of her mother, who likely picked it up at one of the antique book fairs or library sales she frequented on the weekends.
I was probably nine or ten when I initially grabbed it off the kitchen bookshelf. My school was holding some kind of character day — and as I had decided to dress as the sufficiently broad character of "grandmother," I thought it made sense to consult this cookbook's cover for grandmotherly fashion inspiration. Thanks to the Food Network, my interest in cooking was also really burgeoning at the time, so I flipped back to the last chapter which contained the desserts.
