Come over, I'm cooking

Twenty-seven, I grew up in Lexington, went to culinary school in Asheville, came back to open a small catering business that's finally turning a profit. I'm single because I dated a guy in the restaurant industry and our schedules destroyed us. I want someone with a nine-to-five. Someone who'll come over after work and eat whatever I'm testing. I'm feeding you, I'm caring for you, that's my love language. I want someone who appreciates it without taking it for granted. I'm intense about food, I'm tender about people, and I cry every time I watch a movie where someone reconciles with their father. Be patient with my softness.