I’ve never understood the relationship with stuffing your face and making love. Henry Fielding’s Tom Jones made a good fist of it. That might just be too much information, but Tom’s appetites were insatiable. The main thrust of the Valentine’s Day sales pitch is to eat and drink a great deal, before either coaxing someone or being coaxed by that someone into ill chosen underwear, after a long day’s work and putting the children to bed. People outside that order of things won’t bother about Valentine’s Day rituals, they’ll just go out and pull like usual. The chubby fingers reaching for the chocolates, in a current TV commercial, suggest to me that the owner of those fingers has a lust for more grub rather a romp through 120 Nights in Sodom. After the pie and the chocolate pudding it would be like a pillow fight with two woopee cushions. Poor St Valentine would probably have been only too happy to have been offered the heart shaped steak menu, rather than being beaten with clubs and then losing his head. That’s love, I suppose. I bet the making up was good.
By the way, cherries poached in rosé wine and vanilla are deliciously light, intoxicating and look pretty sexy too.