I’m an emotional eater. If I’m happy, I’m reaching for the chocolate. If I’m sad, well, I’m reaching for the chocolate as well. My waistline will tell you this isn’t a healthy reaction, but I’m betting I’ve got lots of company in the “women who eat their feelings” department.
I had a book group once give themselves a party where they brought (and ate) all the food in BAD HEIRESS DAY. I hadn’t even realized there was that much food until they showed me the list! It felt like an odd, grown up version of THE VERY HUNGRY CATERPILLAR. But they assured me, it was a festive night.
So it shouldn’t come as a surprise to me that food shows up in lots of my books. In my world—the real one and the ones I make up—life often happens over food. People relate over broken bread (or broken Mint Milano cookies). Frankly, I think food is romantic.
I’ve already gotten lots of emails and letters about Jesse’s exquisite cooking skills in SAVED BY THE FIREMAN. How can you not love a man who turns Brussels Sprouts into what Charlotte calls “the chocolate cake of vegetables”?!?
Romantic and memorable food scenes are everywhere: The heartwarming dogs-eating-spaghetti scene from LADY AND THE TRAMP. Julia Robert’s amusing airborne escargot in PRETTY WOMAN. The hysterical deli scene in WHEN HARRY MET SALLY. What about you? What are your favorites?