Jeff appreciates the finer things.  Art, theater, music, travel, decor, beverages and food.  Most importantly food.  I was fortunate to be raised in a military family.  What we lacked in stability we made up for in experiences.  You don't spend nine years in Europe without picking up a varied palette.  It wasn't until I started dating Jeff that I met someone who wanted to share new and old food related experiences with me.  We are happy to cook our own, cook for others, eat at an expensive place or find some average priced local cuisine.  It's about the experience.  Savoring the social element of it.  And that man loves cheese.  He loves cheese like I love cheese.  A deep abiding love that borders on spiritual.  I could spend the rest of my life just trying new cheeses and revisiting old favorites.  But enough about me.
I like to say that Jeff and I have been cooking since we first got together.  Both romantically and literally.  He brought back my love of cooking and then a healthier lifestyle.  It's no coincidence I lost 40 pounds after we met.  Jay says our foreplay is cooking.  That may be true.  After all isn't intimacy directly influenced by spending time together?  Especially when it is with something as pleasurable as food.  Speaking of food, we were supposed to go out to dinner tonight for his birthday tomorrow.  But our babysitter is having an issue with her pregnancy.  So we're doing Thai takeout instead.  So I'll have to rain check taking him to the surprise new place.
I have to thank Jeff for bringing flavor back into my life.  For being right next to me during menu planning and recipe prep.  For understanding the value of really nice knives.  For giving me a lifetime of new tastes to look forward to.