Okay, so he's no international TV personality. But he is a fantastic cook. And he cooks for me almost every night. His father his Italian and his mother learnt how to cook Italian when she married him. Therefore food has always been a big part of his family household.
Fond memories of when we first started going out include the women of the family sitting around the kitchen making panzarotti’s while the men sat outside drinking beer waiting to be fed. I know, I know, it felt very 1950s but there was such history and community and spirit about the whole thing it was sooo much fun!
Going to a family wedding of one of my hubby’s uncles where the aunts did all the cooking so catering literally cost zilch. Can you imagine. How much per head? ZERO! And we all ate until we were sore.
My hubby is one of those cooks who simply grabs ingredients from the pantry, throws them together and comes up with something unique and fabulous every time. Whereas on the nights when he just looks too forlorn and too tired to bother, I jump in with the limit of my culinary skills - microwaved party pies with tomato sauce.
So as I am out there on a bookshelf somewhere with my name on a recipe book, do remember, sometimes it is all about the man behind the woman ;). And every time real romance is less about flowers and chocolates and much much more about the little things your man can do to look after you.
The hero of this novel, Danny, cooks too! And he washes up. And he plays touch footy with the heroine's kids so she can take a break lying on the grass. Isn't that about as heroic as a guy can really get???