Find me a find,
Catch me a catch
(who'll eat all the weird crap I do and love most of it).
~ Sheldon Harnick
Food.
It sounds like such a petty basis for a relationship.
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| hwae dup bahp He loves this stuff. |
Unless you almost literally live, eat and breathe it - lots of it and all different kinds - and find yourself spending many, many years of your life with someone who doesn't approach it with quite the same gusto as you do. And you find yourself making two different dinners most nights because you feel like eating something different - maybe spicier, funkier, or more adventurous - than your significant other prefers.
And they find themselves tolerating the mere sight of that fresh uni in the shell and the live abalone that's still writhing, the smell of that ripe kimchi and pungent dwenjahng, and the notion of those braised oxtails and boiled pork bellies, while you're wishing they would rejoice, marvel, and revel in them with you. (And they're probably wishing in return that you would just grill some frickin steak or chicken breast and be done with it already.)
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| Chicharrones de pollo with an ice cold lager - one of our favorite snacks. |
Three times a day, every day of the life you live together for thirteen years or maybe more...
Then you realize it's no more petty to look for a partner who shares your kind and level of enthusiasm for food than it is to look for someone who agrees with you on how many children to have, if God exists, and whether Michele Bachmann should one day be commemorated on currency or ground up and incorporated into cat food kibbles for export to China.
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| sahngchoo ssahm (Korean lettuce wraps) with unctuous pork belly and pungent dwenjahng He says he could eat this every other day. |
And when the Universe sends you someone who approaches all the deliciously weird crap you put in front of him with an open mind, a grateful heart, and an adventurous palate, and all that verve, thought, love and care you put into the food you set before him is not lost, but is rather savored - not to mention the fact that he's just a really swell fella - you can't help but think and hope that you may have finally met your match.
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| Our mutual droolmaker - uni. |
To food as matchmaker, cin cin.
shinae
P.S. I wouldn't really grind her up and put her into cat food. The cats might get Mad Politiciancow Disease.
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