I'll be honest: I'm not a chef. But one day I decided to test this theory.

Imagine: evening, candles, romance... and me - with the determination of a true culinary genius (and in reality - with a confused look and a pack of pasta in my hands).

Everything was going well until the bacon turned into charcoal, the eggs turned into a weird omelet, and the cheese ended up everywhere except on the plate. 😅

But you know what's the funniest thing? He ate. He ate with a smile. He even pretended that it was delicious.

And then it dawned on me: it's not about the perfect dinner, it's about emotions.

That we can laugh together, that I'm not afraid to be myself - even if my sauce is more like scrambled eggs.😂😂

So if you think that I will cook you complex dishes every day... well, maybe, but I don't promise. 😜

But creating an atmosphere so that you feel delicious not only on the plate, but also next to me - that's easy.

And in general... maybe we can cook something together? I'll let you chop vegetables (don't worry, you'll survive! 😆)

Or just order pizza and talk about everything?

Because the way to my heart is also through my stomach. Especially if it's ice cream. Or pasta.

Or... anyway, it doesn't matter - the main thing is who's next to you. 💕

By the way, what kind of pizza do you like? 😋🍕