Every Rom-Com, every book, every platitude says when you meet “The One,” you’ll just know. We didn’t lock eyes in a crowded airport terminal or pass each other on a train platform or have an awkward conversation about the weather in biology lab. We met on the Internet. And it’s like….magic. I have fallen completely, utterly and irrevocably in love. We are M-F-E-O (made for each other). My husband? What? No, I met him in a bar. I’m talking about the Baking Steel.
