Today is our third wedding anniversary.
Our first occurred just a few days after D had announced to me that he wanted to separate. The second, a fortnight after we had moved back in together. This is the first one to occur in a period of domestic calm. (Well, it is calm as I write this, but there are still two days to go...)
This blog struggled when I was single. When I think of food, I generally think of sharing it with my husband. He is, among many other things, my constant companion in all things culinary, be it eating out or cooking in. In common with many other people, food is one of the ways in which we express our love, a medium through which we construct and remember our story.
And, also in common with many people, our story has neither been entirely straightforward nor entirely happy. But it has been enduring, and that is to our credit.
Happy anniversary, D.