Farmers Market regular Seeks Fellow Foodie

Saturday morning at the Freight House is my church. I show up with my canvas bags, I buy too many tomatoes, and then I go home and cook something I saw on a YouTube video at two in the morning. I'm 37 and I'm a paralegal who picked the wrong career and knows it. What I'm looking for is a man who eats adventurously and doesn't flinch at the word kimchi. My last relationship ended because he thought olive garden was ethnic food. I wish I were joking. I want someone curious about the world, open to road trips, and willing to sit through a long dinner without checking sports scores. Cook with me once and you'll understand how I show affection.