WE ARE HANGRY IN LOVE

If we had to describe our marriage in a single meme, it'd be that one where the puppy looks shamefully at the camera and says I'm sorry for what I said when I was hungry.

We met over a decade ago when we both worked at a Ruby Tuesday. And though we're a long way out of the restaurant industry now, it was then that our fate was sealed to forever mix food and the intense emotions that come with preparing it.

Because cooking for someone else is an intimate thing.

With every knife cut, seasoning choice, sauce ingredient, and tasting spoon along the way, you're telling somebody that they're worth the fuss—all that worrying over whether or not the dish is good enough.

And as it turns out—cooking with somebody else is an even more intimate thing.

You dream it up, bicker about the ingredients, agree on a recipe, change it last-second, mess it up, fix it, mess it up again, yell about ruining it once and for all—but wait—a dash of that here, a little razzle-dazzle there, now it's coming together, now it's tasting like you thought it would, and you serve it up, you sit down next to each other, finally off your feet, finally getting a chance to take the moment in together.

You are hangry. But after that first bite—yes, honey—it's nothing but love.