I imagine that, like me, you’ve often wondered, “What would my life be like if i’d invented food?”

That patent on bread alone could have you and yours set for lifetimes.

That’s the lead-in to a piece about food movies.

Hard not to dwell given the one-two punch of “Ratatouille” and “No Reservations.”

Although some would consider the latter a sucker punch.

“Ratatouille” set the table a few weeks ago; “No Reservations” filled the plates with comfort food today.

There’s not an original bone in the picture’s handsome body: Chilly girl meets warm boy, looses warm boy, find warm boy - along with a semblance of a personality and a little girl to care for.

A remake of the German film “Mostly Martha,” which was edgier and tighter, “No Reservations” stars Catherine Zita-Jones as an icy, control-freak chef at a swanky Manhattan restaurant.

After taking a brief time off to help her late sister’s young daughter - Abigail Breslin of “Little Miss Sunshine” - move in with her, and showing the audience that she doesn’t have a clue about child-rearing, she returns to work to find the restaurant owner has hired new sous-chef Aaron Eckart to work with her in the kitchen, and sub when she’s out.

Naturally, he’s everything she’s not: warm, spontaneous, playful, upbeat and loose.

You can fill in the rest without my help.

“No Reservations” starts well - amusing and engaging - then dissolves into a soup of sentimentality. It’s not awful but on the bland side, a little thick and hard to swallow.

It still would make a decent date movie, but better to wait for the video.

On another train of thought, “No Reservations” makes you want to eat a luscious meal; “Ratatouille” makes you want to prepare one, then devour it.

That latter’s animated but more personable than “Reservations.” (I hate to just say, “No.”)

“Big Night,” out a ‘96 with Stanley Tucci and Tony Shaloub as Italian immigrant brothers trying to make it as retauranteurs in the 1950s, also spends a good deal of time in the kitchen.

And the delicious concoctions they cook up would whet any appetite.

You also get a good look at how they prepare many of the dishes. I make a good omelet. “Big Night” taught me how to make a better one.

A nice slice-of-life piece, the film’s slow-moving but well-acted; and it makes you want to dabble in the kitchen.

“Eating Raoul,” from 1982, also leaves a nice aftertaste.

It’s a dark comedy about a couple who kill people who won’t be missed and use their remains as restaurant specials. Or something along those lines; it’s been a while since I’ve seen it. But like “Big Night,” it remains on a shelf in my memory, and there’s no expiration date.

Through the years many people have told me I need to see “Babette’s Feast,” a 1987 Danish film which they say makes the food and its creation look amazing.

So I bought a copy. And put it in a pile - where to this day it remains.

So I could call it, the remains of the day.

I pun, therefore I am.