I love cooking for people. I make dinner almost every night — at this point, I know my husband’s tastes almost as well as my own, skipping the olives on his dish and doubling them up on mine, keeping eggplant and soft cheeses as an occasional treat for me but not relying on them as staples, sweating my way through dishes a hair spicier than I’d prefer just to see him grin.
I don’t cook only for my husband, though. The best way I...
