The food of love
It was in the middle of Let There be Love by Nat King Cole.
You know the one - let there be you, let there be me... let there be rain... a lark and a dove, etc., etc.
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Hide AdSo far, so rom com. But then one lyric jumped out, one I'd never noticed before.
"Chilli con carne," he croons, "sparkling champagne..."
Hang on. Chilli con carne? Seriously?
Colon-defying mince and beans, the food of love?
The perfect pairing to birds singing in trees, oysters, night breezes, etc?
The culinary chapter in the middle of the textbook of romance, chilli con carne?
Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo, and did you remember the Doritos?
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Did Heathcliffe roam across the moors in search of a late night pharmacy to get Cathy some Rennies?
Chilli con carne. Hmm.
Credit where it's due, congratulations to the humble chilli for beating out all flouncier competitors.
Chocolate-dipped strawberries, figs, fondue, all trounced by a steaming pot of cowboy's delight.
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Hide AdAnd that's despite some deeply unsexy traits - the tendency to leave an orange ring round one's mouth, for one, or all the subsequent toilet trips for another. And another. And another.
I like to think Nat King Cole would start the meal with a Pepperami and finish off by serving up a jar of Nutella and a spoon.
There's always the possibility, of course, that the lyric has recently been inserted by Coleman's or someone in the hope of selling more Mexican packet mix. It probably used to be something more obvious, like moonlight or violins or that melty chocolate pudding from the M&S adverts.
If this is the case, though, I'm a bit worried they'll start doing it with other songs.
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Dylan might have to start singing Like a Rolling Scone (made even more treacherous as it necessitates the pronouncing of "scone" wrong). Bob Marley's classic actually will be called Jam In, and the joke will become redundant.
Prince will do Raspberry Souffl, Pixies would have to sing Here Comes Your Man (from Del Monte) and radio stations would forgo the Beach Boys' altogether and just play the old Babybel advert.
It would be a nightmarish world of perpetual hunger.
I'm almost compelled to write a dystopian novel about it, where everyone lives under the oppressive watch of Big Muncher.
It would be called Nineteen Ate-y More.
But I digress.
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Hide AdIf it's not a brainwashing scheme, and Nat King Cole really does believe chilli con carne is the food of love, well, that may be the best news I've heard in a long time.
Because I've just learned to make a pretty darned tasty chilli con carne, so a proposal can't be far behind.
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