For the second course of our two-part anniversary dinner, Lucas was concocting something special. I’ll narrate my perspective first and he’ll chime in with his side of the story after. We each walked to the produce market separately Saturday afternoon to keep the mystery of each of our dishes alive as long as possible, but bumped into each other in the specialty spice corner. We played it cool and both pretended we were just passing by. As I was finishing up, I called him to see if he was done and wanted to walk home with me, only to discover he hadn’t yet put anything in his cart, and was frustratingly trying to figure out what the heck a leek looked like. Sarah to the rescue.