As I said in my previous post, I’m getting married later this year, and it got me thinking about how interconnected food and love are. When you start dating someone you hope that they’ll share similar interests and likes/dislikes as you, of course, and for me that particularly involves food.
My long-suffering boyfriend knows all too well that food is a huge part of my daily life, and would probably tell you I think and talk about eating/food/cooking more than most. But that’s OK because Ian (give us a wave, bab) is also a fan of food, albeit not quite as obsessively as me. I love that he loves my cooking and, more than that, I love that we explore the city’s eateries together – more often than not we grab food out at least twice a week.
Armed with our trusty Indepedent Birmingham card, Ian and I have pretty much eaten our way around the city centre; our first date was actually in IB favourite Sun on the Hill, which remains somewhere we eat in regularly. I knew I’d marry him when I realised we basically ordered the same meals when eating out, and that his face also lights up when he scoffs a Bodega burrito or a bowl of noodles in Wagamama. Because to me, love and food actually go hand in hand.
Let me tell you a story.. I remember years ago (when my shambolic dating life was the source of much amusement to my friends and family) I had started seeing a chap that seemed like a nice normal guy. Instead of heading for dinner and/or drinks (first date standard in my experience – you?) he took me bowling. (OK!) On the second date we went to the cinema. (I love the cinema – that’s fine). And on the third we went shopping. (Eye roll). At no point did any of these outings involve food, and when I suggested for what seemed like the 245th time we grab some grub I was stunned to be told, “To be honest I’m not really bothered about food. I just grab a bag of crisps at lunch usually.”
There was no fourth date.
Now, I love crisps. I really, really love crisps. But a packet of Walkers is in no way comparable to a meal – in my case (at least) 3 a day. Where is the joy in that? Not for me, pal..
So in the immortal words of Tina Turner: “What’s love got to do with it?” Well it turns out a lot! I actually don’t think I could be in a long term relationship with someone that doesn’t share my love of good food. Imagine marrying someone that finds a juicy cheese burger or a spicy curry joyless… sigh.
Is that weird, or do you agree? Let me know!