Friday Eye Candy: Celebrity Chef Edition

Because you asked for it, you naughty chef-loving foodies, you! My selections might not be to everybody's, um, taste (ba dum DUM), but so it goes. Add your own nominations in the comments.

Jamie Oliver. Seriously, this guy is just so adorable that he could whip together a plate of smoked eel farts and I'd be all oooooh, want me some of that.

Rocco DiSpirito. My guess is that Rocco is, in real life, probably something of an ass - I say this based on nothing other than having seen him on some short-lived reality show and a gut instinct about dark-haired pretty boys with cheeky smiles - but still. He's cute, and he cooks.

Gordon Ramsay. OK, so maybe he's not conventionally good-looking, but you gotta admit that he has a commanding presence. A fucking commanding presence. Put an upper-class British accent together with the world's most extreme potty mouth - and a face that, I would argue, is made all the more distinguished by the wrinkles than span it like a military planning map - and hands that seem to be permanently clutching the sharpest of knives, and you have a force to be reckoned with.

The Chairman's nephew, from Iron Chef America. Not a chef, I know. But he's hot and he does backflips in front of tables stacked with calf's livers, cheese, eel farts or whatever else he's forcing his stable of Iron Chefs to contend with and that? Is hot.

Anthony Bourdain. I love him. I love everything about his chain-smoking, hard-drinking, cursing (all of which, apparently, curbed since he's had kids) haute-cuisine cooking bas-cuisine loving bad-ass self.

I'm not entirely sure that I love this particular picture of him (SHUT UR EYEZ NOW IF U R SQUEMISH BOUT MEATS)...

... but I'll forgive him it because even though it's a touch disturbing, it's witty.

Who've I neglected? I thought about including Nigella Lawson, but then I realized that I only thought she was hot for like six minutes in the late nineties and that now I just find her camp. Mario Batali, with his red puffy face and sparse tufts of carrot-colored hair, looks too much like my newborn son in mid-tantrum (writ large, obvz) for comfortable inclusion here, and Rachael Ray is a tool of Satan, so. Any other suggestions?