She smiled at him, “Not this time,” she replied, “This time I want something to cook, except I’m a pretty lousy cook.”

“Beef Stroganoff,” he said, writing something down on the butcher’s paper behind the counter. “It’s really easy and the sort of dish that is impressive to serve. Just do some mashed potatoes or rice or pasta with it and you’re golden.” He handed her his hastily scribbled recipe and she grinned up at him.

“You are a prince among men,” ...