A man without a favorite dish is a man without a zest for life. He can be smart, successful, charismatic, but if his eyes don't light up when talking about food 🍲, I start to feel a chill❄️. Because food is not about the stomach. It's about passion💋 About the desire to have fun. About the ability to appreciate details✨
A favorite dish is more than a choice. It is an admission that you have a weakness, that you know how to enjoy simple pleasures. Dumplings, steak, borscht or pasta 🍕 it doesn't matter. What matters is that you can say: this is what I love. A man who does not have a favorite dish seems afraid to open up. He hides his emotions behind a mask of indifference😐 And then I think: if he can't even admit what turns him on on a plate, will he be able to admit what turns him on in life?
A favorite dish is about roots, about history, about memories. It brings you back to childhood, reminds you of your mother's kitchen 👩‍🍳 or that trip where the taste became a moment of happiness. A man without it is like an empty page📖. Seemingly clean, but uninteresting. It is difficult to build trust with such a person. After all, trust is born from emotions, from little things, from the ability to open up.
I do not trust men who do not have a favorite dish. Because, most likely, they do not have a beloved woman either❤️ Just a list of responsibilities and a rational "must". But I want a person next to me who will say: "I adore this" and will eat with the same pleasure with which he will kiss🔥
Vika😜