I am ever hungry, ahem, for interesting stories of symbolism and folklore. Well, and sex. This book contained several juicy tidbits, but too often reads like a thesis. I would have preferred less spitting out of info and more story-telling. Too, academics just tend, by their very nature, to over analyze. All that psychological mumbo jumbo makes my eyes glaze over. I don't believe I have a mom complex simply because I love chocolate pudding. Bah! And for gosh sake, can't a fairy tale just be a simple fable with a moral? Must you try to insert every bit of psycho babble into it? Yuck.
Too, I haven't even researched the idea of symbolism with sex and food, yet right off the top of my head spring all sorts of things that I can't believe this author excluded.
For example, she mentions famous authors having written about food or cooking, yet doesn't even mention Isabel Allende's book Aphrodite--part information about aphrodisiacs, and part cookbook, and probably my favorite book of all time.
And if art is a reflection of what was going in in the world politically, how could she not have discussed famous works of art? Even record album cover art is noteworthy--remember Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass, Whipped Cream?
What about televison shows or television commercials? "Milk Does a Body Good". The ad speaks to the women who hope to look like Heidi Klum...all dressed up in pigtails, red heels, Lederhosen, and white mustache. And for men, of course, the ad speaks to fetish and fantasy. Joe Namath's famous Noxzema ad, "Take it off, take it all off", could just as easily been whipped cream.
Even Hootie the owl could be deemed sexual (or am I now the one over analyzing?). "How many licks does it take to reach the Tootsie roll center of a Tootsie pop?" Just sayin'.
The author mentions a few films that might have included sex on the kitchen table, but how could she not have mentioned the famous food scene in 9-1/2 Weeks, where Mickey Rourke blindfolds Kim Basinger and feeds her, drips honey on her body, ice cubes melting and dripping across her bare skin?
And Nastassja Kinski made eating a strawberry pure eroticism in Tess.
There is some long-winded discussion of political figures and how their food choices predicted their election results (the Sargeant Shriver part was actually quite interesting), but no mention of the fact that California's governor Gray Davis ate the same exact lunch for over 30 years (thick-sliced turkey, flatbread, a light swipe of mustard, raw vegetables in a baggie), bland and boring. He was recalled.
A book about food and sex and no mention of edible underwear, flavored oils, and a multitude of other goodies?
There are several paragraphs about eggs and their meaning. She mentions miscellaneous word derivatives and significance, yet doesn't discuss the word cuckold (an adulterer, the word is associated with the cuckoo bird's habit of laying their eggs in other birds' nests).
She mentions holidays and festivities, but neglects German Schultute (a biiiiig cone full of candy has got to have some sexual connotation, no?), May Day cones and baskets, or cake walks.
Despite how it comes up short, there is enough here to have kept my curiosity piqued. It's an interesting subject afterall.