My daughter went to the kitchen to get a snack and returned crestfallen. “There’s nothing to eat,” she reported. “There are only ingredients.”
A love relationship is a kitchen full of sweet, savory, salty and spicy. I have ingredients (beliefs, personality, habits). You have ingredients, too. But how will they blend?
Are we good cooks? With what you’ve got and what I’ve got, will we create a wonderful saute? Will our relationship be sweet? Or will the cake fall?
Today, I’ve got anchovies and you — rocky road ice cream. This will be interesting.
It’s OK. There’s always another meal coming.