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Friday, January 2, 2009

The Food Kiss

Second Midnight: Lady and the Tramp

Perhaps only dangerous should you want to kiss an Italian chef at midnight, the pasta and meatball kiss is by far the most famous animated kiss in screen history. Given their species' affinity for sniffing each other's hind quarters, this authentic culinary treat, complete with a serenade from a beefy accordian player, makes the romantic list every time.

Yes, there are the cliched chocolate dipped strawberries, succulent fruits and alcoholic drinks that only reach their full potential when shaken with tongue, but this leaves me wondering: Should chewing and kissing be a simultaneous show of affection? What would Miss Manners say regarding the serious breach in open-mouth mastication? Does anyone but a dentist need to have intimate knowledge of our intended's molar landscape? If I'm offered a meatball, does it mean true love?

Today's armchair call: Best food for kissing?

6 comments:

Barbara Martin said...

Fresh strawberries.

the walking man said...

Open mouthed chewing always leave something hanging in the beard, which is an acceptable place to store left overs. Even if it inhibits a kiss during the meal. Which is OK too seeing as in our species it's fairly predictable where the nose has been but not so much the tongue.

For example if the kissers tongue had touched pickled beets...ever...no kiss would be worth the lingering flavor.

Miladysa said...

Fish & Chips eaten straight from newspaper on a cold, dark, windy night with waves hitting the rocks along the seafront!

Charles Gramlich said...

For Lana and me it's probably Popeye's fried chicken.

Marilyn Brant said...

Anything that you can dip in a chocolate fountain first.

L.A. Mitchell said...

Guys are so practical, aren't they? A true difference of the sexes.

Miladysa...as crazy as that sounds, it also sounds completely perfect and wrapped tight in an authentic memory :)

Oh, and around Casa Mitchell, we refer to Popeye's as "Popeye's Feathers and Biscuits" because of one fateful night traveling through Louisiana six years ago. Nothing like deep fried feathers to express the love.