Padma Lakshmi, the statuesque host of "Top Chef," has long earned the adulation of foodies and fanboys alike. If she wasn't already, we have a feeling that her visage may soon be tacked up on the walls of teenage boys the world over, thanks to a recent appearance in the pages of Playboy.
A 20-question Q&A with Lakshmi, in which she muses on her marriage to Salman Rushdie, her cooking habits and more, is accompanied with a picture of the star seductively posed in a lacy, see-through number. But sorry, folks -- no nudity here.
Among her more memorable quotes, Lakshmi describes her "incredibly sensitive palate":
If you saw me chop an onion, you would be highly unimpressed. But if I taste a dish, I can usually replicate the ingredients. And if I kissed you, I could probably tell what you had for lunch.
She also cops to being "like a guy":
Honestly, I’m like a truck driver trapped in this body. I don’t want to be your best friend. I don’t expect you to give me a birthday card or send me flowers. I don’t need fancy trips. You could take me across the street. Don’t get me wrong. That stuff’s nice, but I am a physical and sensual person. I love to be held. I love massages. I’m just not a Hallmark kind of gal.
Noted. Of course, it wouldn't be a Playboy interview unless boobs were a topic of discussion. Specifically, the myth that she wears three bras when jumping rope:
Oh, that. I think sports bras have improved a bit since I said that in Vogue or somewhere. But it’s an odd thing. A regular bra doesn’t work alone, and sometimes I need more support, so I’ll put a sports bra over it. And I like to have a runner’s tank top over that. It’s my cross to bear, I guess. Sometimes I think I’m one of the last women with real boobs.
If reading that left you all hot and bothered, then we suggest you recall the time she let eat someone ham off her body. It was for charity, OK!
Read Padma's full interview with Playboy here.
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