One of the toughest things about my recent breakup has to do with food memories. My ex shared my passion for food. Food brought us together.
The first time we shared food it was at LudoBites 8.0. I had an extra seat at my table of 4. Last minute reservation. He was working late at the office. He ended up taking up the last spot at our table. His passion for food rivaled mine.
The next time we shared food was at dinner party we hosted together, showcasing both of our cooking skills. I remember the menu. I made a roasted leg of lamb, roasted potatoes and feta cheese turnovers. He made creamed spinach, bacon wrapped dates, macaroons and bacon jam. This was not a date. But it was the beginning of our friendship.
More food memories followed. French, Korean, Cuban. Home made food brought to the office. And then there was LudoBites again. This time foie gras night. Followed up more foie gras, this time at Animal. And after months of sharing food, we shared a kiss and just like that a friendship turned into a relationship.
This is the story of our relationship… told through food.
Our relationship was a complex balance of flavors. The mix was always interesting and full of love, but sometimes, the ingredients just didn’t blend well together. And so it ended. It was delicious while it lasted.