Whenever anyone meets us (as a couple), and they find out what I do, the average first response is- “Wow, you’re a lucky guy, she must cook all the time”. And always the answer is, “actually, not really”.
There are several reasons I don’t cook that often at home. One of them is that I’m around food- cooking, styling, prepping, and tasting all week, that when it comes time to eat at home I usually don’t have much energy. But the main reason has to do with Assaf.
From the day we met I understood that food wasn't his thing. When we first started dating, on one of the trips he took to visit me in the States, I drove him six hours in the car to a small fishing village in Mexico known for their fresh lobsters, only to find out he really was not into lobsters. On our first trip to Paris I took him to a restaurant (Frenchie Bar) where there was not one thing on the menu for him to eat. He watched me eat and drink and enjoy while he just sat there.
But when it came to cooking at...
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