"I heard your ex-husband loved this dish. Does it tick you off to make it now?"
"Nah. If anything, he's the more ticked off one. He loves this dish, but he can't have it anymore."
I smiled bright and easy for the camera, no awkwardness in sight. I signed up for a cooking competition show not long ago. I didn't hide my identity when I applied, and the producers still picked me to compete.
Sure enough, right as the show kicked off, one of the judges hit me with that exact question about my ex. I answered it straight, no beating around the bush.
The high-definition cameras picked up every glisten on the short ribs I'd made, its rich, glossy sheen looking absolutely mouthwatering.
The judge famous for being a total food fanatic went crazy over my dish, and he heaped on praise left and rig
