He can cook.
The first time we hung out he made soup. We played legos and I thought this could be nice. The next time he made pizza…from scratch. I’ve never made vegan pizza period, let alone the dough and everything. And that first morning there were pancakes with homemade plum strawberry jam. His roommate also cooks and the other night we had peanut soup on rice. Last night was a simple and delicious meal of guac and El Ranchero tortilla chips.
This morning was rainy and needed something comforting so rice was in order. Rice with dates, fresh cracked coconut, cinnamon, ginger, and maple syrup.
Reason #11 is that coffee runs through our veins. I’m not sharing 1-10.