I was musing over the wisdom of some of my elders the other night.
Now “Pops” Mercotan rarely steered me wrong, and neither did “Moms” M. for that matter, either.
But my mom’s mother had a plaque on the wall when I was a child that proclaimed “Kissin’ don’t last, but cookin’ do!”
When I asked my grandparents to explain the meaning to me, Grandma and Grandpa both explained, in their own way, that as far as pleasures of the flesh went, eating decent food was far more pleasureable in the long run than romance.
Now that I’ve been with Mrs. Mercotan for over 33 years (25 married), all I can conclude is: Either I don’t know how to eat (a fact belied by my pants size) or they didn’t know how to romance (possible, they only had one kid in an era before contraceptives)!
I invite comments on this particular pearl of “wisdom” and solicit other dopers to contribute other pearls passed on to them which their own experience contradicts.