Dave and I love food.
Yes, everyone loves to eat - it is rather vital to our existence, so the majority of people enjoy eating. There is a difference, however, between loving to eat, and loving food.
There are very few things that I do not like eating - tomatoes, eggplant, mollusks - and fortunately for us, they are the same few things that Dave will not eat. To be fair, he is a little more picky than me - he doesn't like cheese (who doesn't like cheese?!). He will protest and say, "I do like cheese, if it's in something", like pizza or salad, but that still means he can't enjoy a nice slab of Wensleydale with cranberries*. Shameful.
When we went to see Julie & Julia, we saw quite a lot of ourselves in Julia and Paul Child. I rather agree with Julia's sentiment of 'what I really love to do is eat'. If I could find an occupation that allowed me to eat, travel and write, I would be happy for life. Food is a passion of ours - finding new places to eat, new cuisines to try - part of the reason we love visiting New York City so much is that you can find almost anything to eat.
This does not mean, however, that we are food snobs. Amazing meals are wonderful - Asian cuisine is a shared favorite, and we will eat just about anything with garlic or mango or shrimp. On the other hand, if we are on the road, Arby's is a common solution to hunger pains. A month or so ago, I went all out and made a three-course meal based on crepes. Tonight, we shared a rotisserie chicken - to hungry to bother taking it out of the plastic contaner it came home in, we tore at it with our bare hands and ate like ravenous hyenas. Seriously. I said that a little savagery never hurt anyone - Dave said that he would sooner eat our children than let them eat like that. I imagine that parenting will bring forth a whole new set of issues.
When we grow up (I still use that 2nd grade phrase, despite being 23, because I simply do not yet feel like an adult) I want an amazing kitchen. I don't really care about the rest of the house - though a jacuzzi bath would be lovely - I just want a fully stocked, massive kitchen where I can make anything. And, of course, enough money to buy the ingredients with.
*He is trying. We recently ate at a restaurant where one of the appetizers was baked brie with apple butter. I had to have it. We both loved it. But still. He hates cheese curds. Makes me want to weep.