Have you heard the old proverb “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach?” I would imagine the same could be said for a woman’s heart if she is romantically wined and dined.
Valentine’s Day was just celebrated last week by many lovers sharing feasts that tempt the taste buds. I wonder about the biological road trip after dinner from the stomach to the heart that often travels to the finish line by the genitals. Dr. Baccalà’s BGL, Brain Genital Law, is also the pilot of this trip.
I called my sister in California to ask her where her husband was taking her to dinner. She proudly told me she had been in the kitchen all day making his favorite dish, spaghetti and meatballs. Thirty-five years ago, before they were married, she made a special trip to Pennsylvania to meet his Italian born grandmother. They spent hours in her kitchen, without any cookbooks, and my sister learned the treasured family recipe for meatballs and red sauce. Now that’s amore! Her husband proposed not long after that. She has been making those meatballs and gravy for the last 35 years and they are very much in love.
I just learned from another young man in love that he dined out with his sweetheart on Valentine’s Day and meatballs were his preference on the menu. He also told me that Italians were among the first early settlers in Iowa and started many wonderful restaurants. He loves meatballs too.
So I started thinking how seductive meatballs can be. Any time I ask an Italian, male or female, about their special recipe they reply with orgasmic enthusiasm! I once wrote an article about foods that put you in the mood, but I think it is tough to top the sexy meatball!
I have actually been to several charity sponsored meatball contests where the competition is more intense than a death scene in an Italian opera, particularly among the men. Joy, rage, jealousy, love and sorrow are all on stage with the meatballs!
But, I believe love trumps all when it comes to the beloved meatball! So head for the kitchen with your ground beef (with or without veal and pork), your eggs, your breadcrumbs (soaked in milk or water), parsley and whatever other ingredients turn you on (raisins, garlic, onions, basil, oregano, etc.) Hopefully your meatballs will inspire a romantic trip to your bedroom for more pleasure!
About a quarter of a century ago I was introduced into two close circles of wealthy dowagers of ages ranging from the mid-seventies to mid-eighties. One circle was in a major city in the northeast and the other in a southern small exclusive community. I have no details of their economic worth but just let me mention that one owned a famous racetrack and the other endowed enough money to a university that her name became almost synonymous with it.
I must emphasize two things: the first is that, even as a kid, I always respected and enjoyed the company of the “old folks”, and the second is that I was about 25 years younger than the youngest dowager. Also, I’m not sure whether any of them are still with us.
Though with certain exceptions, there was a commonality of life’s outlook among them. All were tough, impeccably well dressed, loved their lunches and dinners together and all had unbudgeable opinions- and I mean unbudgeable! At that time America was entering our rapid social change ranging from increasing drug consumption and sex participation to the increasing welfare state. If they were alive today, they would not be happy troopers – not at all.
Before I go on, there was a very clear-cut difference in behavior between the North and South dowagers. At lunch the southern ladies frequently wore outlandish hats, and they wore them with pride! One day, I dared to ask the question, “Why do you ladies wear these hats at lunch?” One of the very strong ones fired back, “Doctor, because we like it.” That answer shut me up. All the dowagers unequivocally believed in heretofore American belief that one should mind their own business. Privacy was the 11th Commandment with these gals.
They, however, when asked by me, were not at all hesitant and also proud to tell their stories of how they came upon their wealth. A few told me it came from trickle down family wealth but a number from their husbands who started out from scratch and made it on their own. One, as a boy, started out selling newspapers in a freezing mountainous region to help support his family. Another husband was also a boy from a poor farm family out west who milked the cows at 5:30 in the morning during the freezing weather. They were all, with eyes sparkling, very proud of their husbands and talking about how these men took care of them and their families.
Needless to say, they were all conservative in their politics emphasizing the importance of hard work.
I loved being with these dowagers, and here’s something that will surprise many of you. They still, on a level of man-woman chemistry exclusive of hormones, expressed interest in being with men. One day, I was having lunch with four of them in their private club all regaled with wondrous hats when a distinguished man in his early 80’s entered the restaurant. One of the ladies was puzzled and somewhat displeased why he had chosen as a companion a woman who was a bore. I, curious asked why they thought he was such a catch. One of the ladies smiled and replied, “He still has his teeth and still can drive at night.”
To my platonic sweethearts of the past, let me just say, “Wherever you are, I both enjoyed and immensely miss my moments with you. Happy Valentine’s Day!”