I was thinking about food and romance. How many relationships get into their stride over an intimate dinner for two? I thought about France, and how couples linger over their meal in romantic little restaurants and bistros. They take the table for the evening, there is no rush or push to eat and go, lovely!
Chefs are supposed to be the new sexy but I don't think I would feature one in one of my romantic novels, although I might have a lady chef. The male chefs seem to be so temperamental! A bit too "prima donnerish" for my taste.
Food in film comes across well, those cosy little scenes where the protaganists hold hands and raise their glasses to each other. However, for raw sexiness I think back to "The Adventures of Tom Jones," with our own Albert Finney (I always think of AF this way because he comes from Salford which is the city that sits side by side with Manchester my home town). Albert was young and so beautiful in that film, and there is a scene where he is sharing a meal with Joan Greenwood, a lady who has amorous intentions on the lad. It is wonderful, as they nibble and devour their food, taking long sips of ale in-between and you just know that pretty soon they are going to be tasting one another! Oops is that a too spicy image? I loved that scene. Must do for I can remember it now and it must be at least forty years ago!
Yes food and drink are the staples of the art world be it film or novel and think of all those lucscious painting of fruit, the sensual rounded apples, the succulent grapes. Mm...
Ta ta, Margaret.