St. Let's-cook-at-home-Day

A very fine and delicate line separates the desire for food and the desire for sex. Not many activities in our daily lives demand all of our senses to join forces [albeit only for a moment?] to enjoy food. Bright eyed, nostrils flaring and taste buds on full alert. How often do we hear people declare their love for a certain dish? Perusing a menu perhaps not that different from eyeing out the talent? Ogling food with ill intent, is that not pure desire? Eating with their hands in public, not a sure sign of intimacy? Asking for seconds, reeks of greed? What is that smell? Are you territorial or don’t you mind sharing? Or are you more of the look-but-don’t-touch-school? Does hunger induce temporary insanity? Does waiting for food feel like a lifetime or do you possess that and rare virtue? Could there possibly be a secret ingredient called: LOVE? Recognize this scenario? Feeling the pressure of the big day, despite the warnings from others who have suffered this for them. The awkward couple, all eyes on them, playing with the mediocre offering. They still went ahead with it! Wedding? no, it is dinner out on Valentine’s Day!! In all the years I worked in the restaurant business I was most baffled by Valentine’s Day. Restaurants with integrity will turn a blind eye and squeeze couples in like sardines, then kick them out to make room for the next sitting. Something very Moonies’ mass wedding about it…. Timing was everything, you have to be in at a certain time, you have to eat at an above average bite-per-second rate, then swallow whilst paying the bill, only to find yourself on the pavement girlfriend armed with the obligatory cellophane wrapped single rose sabre, all revved-up and nowhere to go…. Be a real man, take charge and just say no! If ever you needed an excuse to cook at home this is it!! Happy Valentine’s Day