It was late at night, I hadn't eaten dinner, and Sophia (I've changed names) was making me a grilled cheese. Her first attempt set off the smoke alarm, which probably annoyed the neighbors even more than it amused me. Her second attempt came out only slightly less incinerated. Before she could throw it away, however, I took a bite…and it was terrific. Okay, the molten cheese inflicted third-degree tongue burns - but what mattered was, she'd cooked it. For me. Steal these secrets all great girlfriends know.
Like Ma Used to Make
Yes, cooking for a guy fulfills a basic human need. But it also triggers conscious and subconscious feelings about being cared for when he was a kid. He'll love these Buffalo-Chicken Quesadillas.
My grandmother made the best apple pie I've ever had. The crust was flaky, the filling was flavorful, and she cut huge grandma-size slices. It was so good that, after she died, I resolved to never eat apple pie again.
Until, that is, Robin made one forRead More »from Why He Loves Your Cooking â€” Even If It's Bad