Him and his story

My mother still wants to know why he was the one. After all, for my whole life, I have wanted to be a chef, and now that I am one my life has been fulfilled. Until I met Luke, the most unlikely of all men. He never really learned how to cook, his mom was on the more conservative old-fashioned side, and his father was never home. He had no reason to learn how to cook, so come college the only thing available was Kraft Mac n cheese. I despise any food that comes from a box, why waste your life away on premade food? 

We met at a party a mutual friend was hosting, he got so drunk. Like the type of drunk where you black out and don't remember anything. Being the badass female hero my friends think I am, I took him to my house. I could just picture his handsome self lying on some sidewalk, half awake in a daze. 

He fell asleep fast and hard, and what he craved the next morning was Kraft mac n cheese. Instead of bending to that level, I decided to make homemade mac n cheese, with lots of butter, salt, and cheese. He fell in love right then and there. 

For me, it took a little while to see past his horrible taste in food. But eventually, we bonded over our love for cheese and grease. He was a quick learner in the kitchen, and just as quick to steal my heart.

Posted in response to the challenge Picky.

Amelia_v

VT

17 years old