Before I get started, on how Obed stole my heart, I want to thank you for reading along and following my blog. I really appreciate all the love, feedback and support. It encourages me to continue sharing my story and hopefully inspires you to one day do the same, if ever you find yourself with something burdening your heart so heavy, you just have to let it out. Now, let’s get back to biznishhh!
Our first date was the sweetest thing. At the time I had no idea that Obed was passionate about the kitchen. I only knew that he worked at one of my favorite seafood joints in Dallas. I was excited about what we would do because I hadn’t had a first date in a while but I was a little nervous, to be honest. He asked me to meet him at his place in Irving, so I had quite the commute ahead of me. I lived in Seagoville, where I grew up and lived my whole life. That is this little ol’ country town on the outskirts of Dallas. We are barely considered Dallas County, actually. It is the “City of Opportunity”, where ironically enough, we have a Federal Penitentiary right next door to our Central Park. It’s comical! Irving and Seagoville are two extremes on the DFW Metro-plex spectrum. It was about a 40 minute commute for me but it was always worth it. I would usually see him on Monday’s or Tuesday’s when he was off and they were the best days ever.
However, this is the story of my little rose radishes on our very first date; the second bunch of flowers Obed ever gifted me.
For those of you who don’t know me, I am a foodie. Nothing makes me happier than breakfast, lunch, snacks or dinner! I even have a hungry dance too and if the food is really good— sound effects, “Mmmm…!”
The fact that I married a chef was just the icing on the cake!
(See what I did there?) So at this point, O and I are barely getting to know each other. We’ve been calling and texting each other for a few weeks now. He had already delivered the most gorgeous flowers I had ever received to my home and I felt like the least I could do was give the guy a chance. He was off that day and had planned a romantic night in, where he prepared dinner for us and won this curvaceous womans heart over! When I got to his place, he was busy in the kitchen. Of course, I offered to help, but he insisted I sit down and wait for my plate to be served. He had some carne asada (grilled flank steak) going, he was chopping up cilantro, limes and radishes, and had the tortillas on the comal (Spanish for flat iron griddle us Mexicans use for warming tortillas). He was on it! His ability to do so many things at once, was impressive. I would have surely caught the place on fire!
Then, he cut up the carne asada into little pieces and started setting the table. He put all the limes in a dish with the finely chopped cilantro and next thing I know –
I see the cutest little radishes, carved into pretty little roses. It was the cutest thing ever!
& finally, dinner was served. We had such a wonderful time and I learned all about his passion of food, and he learned all about mine, as I stuffed my face with best carne asada tacos, dressed with cilantro, lime and homemade green salsa. It was then that he showed me how to eat the little rose shaped radishes. It was also then, that I learned I had a very handsome, sweetie pie of a prospect!