“I started with eggs, gently scrambling them. Cooking, I discovered, is not in the heat or the salt, but in the implicit insistence that I was determined to repeat these sets of actions–the cracking of the eggs and folding in a bit of cream or cheese. I learned to cook when I understood that each time I cooked, I was asking if I could do this again. She could say no. But I was moved to ask. Learning to cook, I discovered, lay in the possibility of refusal.”
My story is an account of how I learned to establish a connection with my partner through cooking for her. Cooking for another person became the way I understood the nature of sharing a life together.
