Great, now I'm hungry AND I need to see if Sweetie likes "bruschetta". (Quotent Quotables)

I have a date in a war zone.

That's not bad going, actually, but now I need an Italian trattoria with check tablecloths and linen napkins.  I need bruschetta (that's "broo-Sket-uh," not "brushetter," a slender piece of ciabatta toasted and brushed with garlic and oil and covered in fresh tomato and basil -- the chunks inevitably fall off the bread and the olive oil runs over your lips and down your chin.  The whole thing is delicious, deeply physical and delightfully undignified, and a woman who can eat a real bruschetta is a woman you can love and who can love you.  Someone who pushes the thing away because it's messy is never going to cackle at you toothlessly across the living room of your retirement cottage or drag you back from your sixth heart attack by sheer furious affection. Never happen.  You need a woman who isn't afraid of a faceful of olive oil for that)

 -- From "The Gone-Away World," by Nick Harkaway.