Throughout Nigel
Slater's memoir, Toast, the
closeness of love and food
is prominent, and their apparent interchangeability questioned. The
parallel is set up on the first page, where he
states that “It is impossible not to love someone who makes toast
for you”. This presents food as a reason for love, and is confusing
his love
for the food, with his love for his mum. Is it the similarities
between love and food that is causing this confusion?
If you consider
stereotypical dating devices, ingrained into our culture, different
aspects target each of the senses.
Firstly Sight:
The initial attraction. The extra effort we put into our appearance.
The pretty gifts given and received.
Smell:
Flowers. Perfume. Aftershave.
Taste: Dinner. Boxes of Chocolates. Popcorn at the Cinema... Perhaps breakfast.
Touch: Holding Hands. Embraces. Kisses...
Hearing: Conversation. Mixed Tapes.
Food also involves all the senses.
Sight:
“We eat with out eyes first” - proven I would say, by the amount
of pictures of food that litter the Internet.
Smell:
Either enticing or repelling. Taste: Sweet, Sharp, Salty, Sour, Spicy...
Touch: Texture.
Hearing: Sizzles. Pops. Crunches. Etc.
Realising how sensory
both love and food are has led me to wonder if it is one of the
reasons they are so often indistinguishable. The senses we use to
perceive them are the same.
Perhaps one of the
reasons food is so popular in dating is because we are subconsciously
trying to simulate one of the most animalistic and sensory of experiences of all, sex.
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