Two's company but three's a crowd if you don't plan the sink, fridge and cooktop with less then six feet between them.

Meet Mrs.Porter
A dashing gent with a talent for winning hearts with his cooking, Mr. Porter knows European appliances like the back of his hand.

Meet Mr.Charles
A dashing gent with a talent for winning hearts with his cooking, Mr. Porter knows European appliances like the back of his hand.
When we met, the heat was rising over a stock pot of bouillabaisse at the Epicurious Culinary School. An aspiring weekend chef, the handsome Mr. Porter had titillated me in more ways than one, so it was no surprise that sparks flew. And, apparently, they weren’t coming from his namesake gas cooktop.

During class he’d taken off his jacket, rolled up the sleeves of his cuff-linked shirt and sauntered over as I opened the steam oven door. In a husky voice, he whispered, “Forget the menu, I’ll have what she is having.” Soufflé au Chocolat for two!
How could I resist his gourmet charm? Later, he’d describe me as the kind of woman who looks good in a high-end kitchen caressing a chilled glass of Veuve and wearing nothing but a pearl necklace and an apron. Wonder how Mr. Porter likes his eggs? Over Easy?!
