Oh fuck yes. My favorite book quote about love involves Bruschetta:

"I need love like I need a Bruschetta (that is BRU-SKE-TAH, not BROO-SHE-TAH), a slender piece of Ciabatta, toasted and brushed with garlic and oil and covered in fresh basil and tomato. The chunks inevitably fall off the bread and the olive oil runs all over your hand, 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 is messy, is never going to cackle at you toothlessly across the living room of your retirement apartment, or drag you back from your sixth heart at**k by sheer furious affection. It would never happen...  You need a woman who isn't afraid of a face full of olive oil for that kind of love.. "