so, some food, some life...dare I go into Love? ...Drink can wait.

Anthony Bourdain said food is sex. In the same note the kind of stuff I write about in this blog could be considered pornography. But I'd like to explore yet another angle on this metaphor, the right meal between the right people could be considered a form of making love. If you're mind immediately went to the spaghetti scene in lady and the tramp you're close. Why is the candlelight dinner between two people considered such an effective romantic cliché? It's the fact that two people are allowed the privacy to just be with each other and experience each other's personality through the medium of the meal.

I didn't bring this up to remind you about the sex part, trust me after a romantic dinner that part usually takes care of it self, I'm more talking about the intimacy of sharing a meal. So you can stop thinking of food=sex, I'm talking meals=Intimacy, and I feel that this is something that most people either understand or ignore. There is great intimacy in sharing a meal, and I admit I hate eating on my own unless it's a special occasion. Sharing a meal with someone allows you to sit down and talk openly...most of the time. Though I admit a meal's intimacy outside of the romantic scope is best understood in the scope of a carefully prepared meal shared between a loving family, no matter the kind.

Last year, before the new year, my friends and I held a dinner in my house, it was a get together with food prepared lovingly for a group of friends to meet and share the experience of the meal. Were any of us related? No. Then why do I consider it one of the most special meals I've experienced in my life? Because we wanted to get together, because all that mattered was the food and each other's company.

Food prepared, served, and shared without love is just that, food. Food that is pepared, served, and shared with love, no matter how humble the fare may be, is a meal.