No, I'm not going to be talking about Hemingway though I did borrow the title from him. And I bet he'd be delighted about this post anyway - it's sensual. And I always think of Hemingway as a very sensual writer.
Over the past couple of weeks, I've had the pleasure of eating several meals with someone who really loves to eat, who loves food, who savors it, the smell of it, the taste of it, the texture of it. It doesn't matter whether the person is male or female, whether they're sitting at my dinner table (though that is especially satisfying because I love to cook and I especially love to cook for someone, anyone who loves to eat). It's amazing how seldom that happens.
It's a very sexy thing to sit across the table from someone who enjoys every morsel he puts in his mouth - I love to watch. I love to watch the look on his face when he puts a bit of perfectly done steak in his mouth. I follow the fork as it dips into the crisp fresh salad, adds just the right amount of dressing and then transfers it lovingly to his mouth. I watched him eat figs, biting into the sweet tender flesh and enjoying each bite of it. Sushi, baked potatoes, it didn't seem to matter what it was - maybe because he knows what he likes and only orders that - he enjoyed every bite.
Add a glass of wine, the first sip cool on his tongue - wow. I don't think I saw him put a single thing in his mouth that he didn't love. And how unusual is that?
How often do you eat with someone who doesn't enjoy their food? Or even worse, isn't even aware of what they're eating? At least if you don't like it, you're aware of it - but if you just put food or drink into your mouth because it's necessary, you're missing out on one of the greatest pleasures of life. It doesn't mean you have to overeat, that you have to eat everything put in front of you - but just try it sometime.
Find someone you know loves food and then really pay attention to them while they're eating something they particularly love. It's a wonderful experience. I promise.