From my friend Jeff Cain's comment--all right, who knows how to spell logrolling?--on the word Food-y:
After all, a cucumber that smells like cucumber is not cucumbery so much as it is, in fact, a cucumber.
Jeff has invoked the spirit of the the word Combray (not the spirit of Combray itself, however, and brings to mind iron hinges the length of my hand and a tower made of grey stone set in a green valley. The Duke of Northumberland must also figure in here somehow.
(Thank you, Jeff, for providing such a happy-making [a Beth Bosworth word] eye word.)