... is most definitely through her stomach!
When I first met Mr P. many years ago he wooed me with his delicious cooking. England in the late 1980s was a very poor place in culinary terms (very different from today), and he came from multicultural Melbourne to tempt me with Turkish, Lebanese, Mexican, Korean and Vietnamese food. I was hooked! Then when our children came along he taught himself to make delicious handmade bread and big, homely Italian dishes, to nurture our little family.
He is still the best and most adventurous home cook that I know. On sunny Sundays like today, when we have a bit of time to craft and cook and bake, he always comes up with something good. Tonight it was cacik (Middle-Eastern yoghurt-based soup), spiced cauliflower on couscous, and courgettes with toasted almonds, most of which came from our own veggie patch.
All I had to do was pick the herbs and pour the wine. Mmm, I like! x