Glad you asked;
HE is a late bloomer. Long-time food lover and beans-on-toast/spagbol rustler-upper, who for years has halfheartedly resisted applying his own bombastic hands to the more adventurous end of culinary awesomeness. Now he's caught the kitchen bug in a big bad way; he cooks, eats, and compulsively takes pictures of every meal he eats - apparently he thinks that every single morsel is so outstanding, it would be a crime not to share it with the world. So I ask you, what else could he possibly do but start a blog? Standard latecomer behaviour.
SHE is an extremely accomplished, expertly skilled, invincible tidal wave of a cook. And super modest.
Together they are embarking on an epic voyage through the ever-alluring, sometimes-mystical lands of tasty food; in and out of the home, both expert and amateur, comfort and chic, beautiful and homely. Now stop the blah blah blah-ing. Mine's a bacon cheeseburger, crispy bacon mind, with a side of sweet potato fries and a root beer float.
SHE is an extremely accomplished, expertly skilled, invincible tidal wave of a cook. And super modest.
Together they are embarking on an epic voyage through the ever-alluring, sometimes-mystical lands of tasty food; in and out of the home, both expert and amateur, comfort and chic, beautiful and homely. Now stop the blah blah blah-ing. Mine's a bacon cheeseburger, crispy bacon mind, with a side of sweet potato fries and a root beer float.
