Food for Thought

A while back, Man was taking up residence on the recliner relaxing in front of the TV totally enthralled in a rerun episode of Beauty & The Geek. I was watching too I passed by the living room to attend to a few HausFrau tasks, namely, I fluffed the pillows and swiped a Swiffer across the furniture & overheard one of the prisspots talking about shoes.

There I was in the shoe department of Nordstrom’s & they were, like, totally having a sale. I just about had a shoe-gasm, right then and there.

A what?

Really?

Over shoes?

It occurred to me, right then and there, that there are two kinds of people in this world.

Those who have shoe-gasms.

And,

Those of us who have food-gasms.

Oh, Emer-il! Those chili cheese fries are sooooo good! Give it them to me, Big Boy!

Oooooh . . . Aaaaaaah . . . That triple layer, double butter, Death By Chocolate cake is to! die! for! Mmmmmmm-umh!

Aaaaaah . . . Mmmmm . . . Yes! I’ll have another piece of raspberry, white chocolate cheesecake. Yes! Yes! Yes!

I’m convinced that Meg Ryan’s soliloquy at the diner was courtesy of the apple pie ala mode. Not simply a lesson for Billy in the finer details of faking it.

So there are Foodies and then there are Shoe-ies.

A Foodie, like me, will ask for restaurant recommendations based solely on the menu and the taste of the food. I know it’s a fantastic eating establishment when it’s recommended with food-gasm flair.

Oh, my Gawd! You have try the schnitzel - it's huge! THIS BIG & smothered in the most awesome cream sauce ever. Oh, it's soooo good. The absolute best ever! Ooooh! Aaaaaah! Mmmmm-mmumh!

This dialogue is usually accompanied by exciting hand gestures, expressive eyes, verbal excitement and increased saliva production and wet panties. You hard-core, drama queen Foodies out there know who you are. Don't make me name names.

A Shoe-ie, on the other hand, will ask for a restaurant recommendation based solely on how her Manolos are going to compliment the décor.

What-ev-ah!

I’m also thinking this difference goes well beyond shoes vs. food. It just might be a fundamental difference between those who are covered with fluff & those of us who are covered with margarita salt.

So do you love your Jimmy Choos?

Or, are you more of the 7-Layer Taco Dip with a bag of Doritos and margarita kind of gal?

Seriously, you can finish chewing before you answer.