Wow, I had never though of that particular metaphor before.

Before I met Leigh, the great love of my life was Frances, who incidentally is a chef. (she was a student when we first met).
She had a passion for cooking, atttention to the tiniest detail, loved variety, occasional a spicy surprise, understood presentation, the importance of the other person, the "customer", not to over spice, over stir, or overcook something, and every meal was a wonder...

Am I still talking about cooking, or love and relationships?

YES love and relationships are SO MUCH like cooking.

Hungrily,

WW

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