Food quotes dealing with love

OK- having the absolutely hardest time finding a couple of really solid food quotes about things like the relationships between food and love and dining and relationships and whatnot. any help?

He suggests, tongue firmly in cheek:

"The quickest way to a man's heart is through his stomach" - unknown

But maybe these are closer to what you seek:

"We should look for someone to eat and drink with before looking for something to eat and drink" - Epicurus

"Cooking is like love. It should be entered into with abandon or not at all." - Harriet van Horne

"To the old saying that man built the house but woman made of it a "home" might be added the modern supplement that woman accepted cooking as a chore but man has made of it a recreation." - Emily Post

There's an artist named Brandon Andreas who does non-smarmy inspirational posters and there's one that has this:

"There are things you do because they feel right & they may make no sense & they may make no money & it may be the real reason we are here: to love each other & to eat each other's cooking & say it was good."

Here's a link to the poster:
http://www.stowecraft.com/Merchant2/mer ... ct_Count=7

Did you try bartleby.com? I did quick search and "love and food" turned up 770 results.

If this is gonna be THAT kind of party, I'm gonna stick my **** in the mashed potatoes!

Oh, love AND food, not love WITH food

How about “when the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's amore.”

Ok, here's a real one -

"Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at, and I sigh.”
-William Butler Yeats

Nobody's going for the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayam? Is it too obvious? Or the food/body references in Song of Solomon?

Fujisan wrote:If this is gonna be THAT kind of party, I'm gonna stick my **** in the mashed potatoes!

Hah!

Well, for that matter:

Sometimes I like to brag, sometimes I'm soft spoken
When I'm in Holland I eat the pannenkoeken
I got the spice you bring the sauce
And you can kiss my *** you funky boss

Totally forgot my favorite love poem ever, by Amy Lowell:

Decade
When you came, you were like red wine and honey,
And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
Now you are like morning bread,
Smooth and pleasant.
I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour,
But I am completely nourished.

I suppose you're looking for something more romantic than Shaw or Henry Fielding?

"Man and Superman," 1903, wrote:There is no love sincerer than the love of food.

"The History of Tom Jones," 1917, wrote:...Love probably may, in your opinion, very greatly resemble a dish of soup, or a sirloin of roast-beef.

Shakespeare is a little better:

"Twelfth-Night; or, What You Will," ca. 1601, wrote:Alas! their love may be call'd appetite,
No motion of the liver, but the palate,
That suffer surfeit, cloyment, and revolt;
But mine is all as hungry as the sea,
And can digest as much.

Ah ... here's the always lyrical M.F.K. Fisher:

"The Gastronomical Me," 1943, wrote:It seems to me that our three basic needs, for food and security and love, are so mixed and mingled and entwined that we cannot straightly think of one without the others. So it happens that when I write of hunger, I am really writing about love and the hunger for it, and warmth and the love of it and the hunger for it; and then the warmth and richness and fine reality of hunger satisfied; and it is all one.

I always felt that "The Owl and the Pussycat" by Edward Lear conveyed the magic of love and food, though it does not make that connection explicit.

Here is my refrigerator magnet love poem. It somehow took shape from a random soup of Magnetic Poetry, Kitchen Version, which always results in some awkwardly charming word choices -- much like love itself. (With apologies to Christopher Marlowe and "The Passionate Shepherd to his Love")

come cook with me and be my love
and we will full the pleasures prove
that cheese and honey cream and dough
and all the tender fruit pies know

soon I will make a rich beef stew
compose our succulent menu
fry frozen chickens to devour
delicious garlic pickles sour

there we will feast upon a roast
there see some kitchens burning toast
with glorious mushroom hunger waste
so appetite welds smell to taste

as you bake hot buns soft and sweet
I crave fresh butter soon to eat
and comfort lingers on nude tongue
as every joy and pain have done

so must good food bring harmony
experiments make passion free