Should You Wait To Say "I Love You"?

"Blake, I don't need to hear that sort of thing the way other women do. Please—"

"Maybe you don't." He hadn't started the way he'd intended to, but now that he had, he'd finish.
 "But I need to say it. I've needed to for a long time now."
She drew her hand from his and nervously picked up her glass again. 

"I've always thought that words are the first thing that can damage a relationship."

"When they're not said," Blake countered. "It's a lack of words, a lack of meaning, that damages
 a relationship. This one isn't a word I use casually."

"No." She could believe that.

Summer Desserts

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By Petar Milošević - Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, 

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I love you. I used to believe that those three little words carried some kind of mystical weight — that once they were uttered and returned, their energy would carry the power to bring order to the universe, and peace to the inner workings of my chaotic mind.

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Love for Rome grows with each visit

"Have you ever been to Rome?"

"No." He thought he heard just a trace of wistfulness in her voice. "I haven't been to Europe at all."

"When you do, come to Rome. It was built on grit."

Her mind drifted a bit as she thought of it, and her smile remained. "I think of fountains and marble and cathedrals."

"You'll find them—and more." She had a face exquisite enough to be carved in marble, he thought. A voice quiet and smooth enough for cathedrals. "Rome rose and fell and clawed its way back up again. An intelligent woman understands such things. A romantic woman understands the fountains." 

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Love is lovelier the second time around, Frank Sinatra told us.
It's much the same with Rome.

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Summer Desserts

All of Summer's talent was focused on the creation of the finale, the exquisite mix of tastes and textures, the overall aesthetic beauty of the bombe.

The mold was already lined with the moist cake she'd baked, then systematically sliced into a pattern. This had been done with templates as meticulously as when an engineer designs a bridge. The mousse, a paradise of chocolate and cream, was already inside the dessert's dome. 

Summer Desserts

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"You haven't sinned, Juliet, until you've tasted Summer's bombe."

Lessons Learned