Now I know the Muffin Man.
Angie. Chef. You guys are just the best.
Angie, you’re a delightful mix of classy & raunchy, careless & considerate. You’re one of the guys and the girl next door. You’ll take me aside and remind me why I’m special—or give me the, “Look, sweetheart, I think you might be full of shit” talk.
I love you.
Chef—Commodore—you’re a rambunctious scallywag, a considerate steward, and a culinary artist. You challenge us to lighten up. You remind us to take our environmental responsibilities serious. And the way you talk about food might as well be magic.
I love you, too, man.