Humor, like romance, sometimes comes in quieter moments. Shared moments. Ordinary moments. Moments spent in the arms of the object of your affection. Moments when the rest of the world recedes and all you can feel is how wobbly your knees. Moments in which sweet, sassy, silly, sometimes-dangerously-close-to-smutty things get murmured in someone’s ear. We’re suckers for those moments. And we suspect you are, too. That’s why, for this week’s caption contest, we ask you to indulge both your humorous and your romantic sides. Don’t be shy. Rest assured, whatever you say can’t be more awkward than anything that comes out of Louis C.K.‘s mouth, so what’ve you got to lose?
Here’s how it works
It’s pretty simple. Just share with us your inimitable way of seeing the world by typing your proposed caption for the photo above, along with your first and last names, in the comment box below, sometime before noon ET next Monday, February 18, 2013. Then check back with us the following day—that’s Tuesday, February 19—when we’ll announce the three finalists, chosen by yours truly, the editors of Leite’s Culinaria. Then comes your chance to vote. The winning caption will be announced on Monday, February 25, 2013, and will earn a certain someone a $100 American Express Gift Card—and bragging rights.
Read the contest’s full rules and restrictions.
And The Winner Is…
My, what a cheekily romantic–and slightly naughty–lot you are! As with our first caption contest, there were options galore. But the caption that stole everyone’s hearts (or maybe just incited your hunger) is “I love it when you smell like bacon…” from Kimberley K. Don’t forget to tango while the skillet warms….
cooking is an elegant dance: take chances, let your heart guide you, + choose your partner wisely.
{emily cotton}
I love you.
The dinner is burning and so are we…
Hush…don’t say nothing, our feet will do the talking.
Forget the Pogo, forget the Disco, forget the Tango. Let’s do the slow lean.
Mon chou, why did you roll up your pants? Is my dancing that bad?
Dance me to the end of love
Let’s dance?
While making dinner? Now?
Eye to eye. With a smile. While we get carried away by the the music on the radio or by the smell of the perfect putanesca sauce?
(soundtrack: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EhrOqGfFpJA)
His cooking at least makes up for his two left feet…
Hey Girl,
Let me finish up the dishes here while you start the latest Ryan Gosling movie. I chilled some Chardonnay for you, I know how hot he is.
“Delicious…”
“Whoever said love dwells in the bedroom has never seen you deglaze a pan.”
hold still, you still haven’t got all the spaghetti sauce off your mouth
I love you!
First one to move has to do the dishes.
Amuse-bouche!
I love it when you smell like bacon…
I hold the world in my arms
The most eloquent silence is that of a kiss!
Whispers in her ear “Do you think the table will hold us”???
My Darling, how would you like your eggs this morning – scrambled, poached or fertilized? ;-)
“Te Amo….”
Someone’s in the kitchen with Dinah
Strummin’ on the old banjo!
The music is playing in our own minds, there are times when love is enough, this is one of those times.
Stu Borken
Is something burning?
love in the kitchen is the sweetest dessert.
My love, just one dance before we glaze the eclairs.
I was washing the dishes and he spun me around; grasp my body close to his, and we began to dance. The world seemed to have stopped in the that moment, in the heat of the day…. our passions rose as we swayed to the music on the radio, and all was right in the world for us… even if just for that moment in time.
“No more frozen fish sticks?”
“Never. Never, never, never.”
Stirred……not shaken
What do you think you’re doing Sam? I thought I told you never to play that song again!
I don’t care if it burns…
It’s ok, darling. I didn’t marry you for your culinary prowess…
Put some sugar in my bowl.
oops. I didn’t put in my last name. (Farmer)
Thank you for DVR’ing The Walking Dead
We’ll always have Paris…but…where I’m going YOU CAN’T FOLLOW! It’s right – together, left – together…right – together, left – together…
Ahhhh….the sweet fragrance of romance is in the air…….and your rosemary custard Infuses my heart with adoration. Will you caramelize or shall I?
We have all afternoon! The kids are with Mom and the dishes will wait…….
Dinner was terrible, but dessert — unforgettable.
Vieni qui e baciami ……..che cosa desideri?
Honey I love your cooking–er I mean you! I love YOU so much!
Can you dance me back toward the oven so I can check the souffle?
…and bring it to a slow simmer.
We have to give it another stir darling,
this recipe can always use more sugar!
Shall we dance while the roasts dances in the oven
If you can’t stand the heat…
This is how Italians make Pasta !
Cook,kiss,dance,love
Cooking without love is not.
If you want to keep him, keep him fed.