Instead of dinner at a restaurant, homemade pizza is relatively easy to make and frugal. Using locally sourced ingredients and making it vegetarian add to low environmental impact. A man willing to impress me by making this effort in the kitchen won me over.
I admit to a limited history with men who cook. My father occasionally grilled on a hibachi, but never prepared side dishes. I learned I could eat what he made with a side of pre-sliced bread and love it. When I worked as a chef, the owner cooked for his family almost every evening. Knowing that many of the top chefs were men and many of them also were the primary home cooks didn't register. I believed men in general marry to gain a cook.
This man's willingness to serve a single specialty menu to impress me made him special. He wasn't trying to compete with me; sharing was his goal. One shared moment led to more food samplings. We might not be considered fully compatible, but his strengths complement mine and I am willing to share my private kitchen with him.
For him I'd eat cardboard dipped in olive oil (I guess that would be an ultimate recycling activity). Like all his meals, the thoughts both for the environment and for romance counts more than the skill of preparation and I will admit that my taste buds have an affinity for any food he makes because he adds love as his special ingredient. Plus he's willing to clean up when he's done.
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