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"Here&amp;#x27;s how the men in my life who have meant a whole lot to me knew that I cared: I cooked. Not anything that required actual skill, but things that didn&amp;#x27;t involve eggs or breakfast--think fried plantains with melted cheese. Once, I liked a guy so much that I practiced how to make cilantro rice because I was going to take the relationship to the next level by dropping the &amp;quot;I want to make you dinner&amp;quot; line. For some, that&amp;#x27;s not a big deal, but for me, it means we should maybe procreate someday. We&amp;#x27;re no longer hanging out though I&amp;#x27;ve got the cilantro rice down for the next guy I fall in love with. Until then, boys will have to cook for me. Which brings me to this past weekend&amp;#x27;s blind date over wine, cheese and prosciutto (we met on match.com, I&amp;#x27;ll tell you about my adventures on that site another time). Ratatouille Man is a 28-year-old med student, fluent in Spanish and well traveled. And he&amp;#x27;s taken a tango (tango!) lesson or two in his lifetime. The best part? He cooks. As in, he has dinner parties all the time. Before we met up, he&amp;#x27;d gone to a specialty spice market and bought an eighth of an ounce of saffron for $8 in preparation for his next paella valenciana. Even if nothing more serious develops, he definitely seems like someone I could be friends with. At the very least, I can pour (and drink) the vino while he makes his next masterpiece. Am I the only one out there who has a strong love-food connection thing going on? &amp;amp;#8212;Angie"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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