Boxing again today, I’m in the kitchen, I snag another box. Three! It’s crazy; who needs three boxes of cookbooks? In my constant search for recipes to impress Omar, I gathered an entire library of cookbooks.

The irony, more often than not, is that my culinary endeavors lay on chilled plates in the refrigerator until Omar called it quits at the office. Although he called to alert me, he would work late. The call came as dinner was already baking. With his limited time at home, I ...