Seven years ago today, the man I had just broken up with drove me down the PCH and dropped me off at the home of the man who is now my husband.
We didn’t know it then. In fact, we had met two weeks earlier and knew very little about one another, seven years ago today. We certainly didn’t know we were in love.
Seven years on, and we know so much more. We know what we love deeper and what drives us mad, what makes the other who they are and what they wish they could change.
Seven years ago today, I sat on his couch and he said “I don’t know if you have plans for this afternoon, but I’m going to go look at some apartments on the beach.”
And I thought do I have plans??? I want to spend every second getting to know you better because if you’re as amazing as every cell in my body is telling me you are, then maybe you’re the man I want to be with.
Later on, we shared a salmon salad and walked along the ocean. He pointed out where Dudley Moore used to live to impress me. And in the evening, we had our first kiss and then he made up the sofa bed.
After seven years, I know he’s not perfect and he’s seen my flaws. But we make it work in our own way most of the time.
Someone launched a fun idea recently: make July 5th Pie Day. So here is mine.
It’s really a testament to my relationship with the man whom I eventually married. Seven years ago today, the butterflies in my stomach told me he was someone special.
Of course, we have had to make our compromises. This banoffee pie is a really great metaphor for ours.
Like my husband, like marmite, like tea, banoffee pie is extremely English. But seeing as I am intolerant to pretty much everything in it – sugar, butter, condensed milk, biscuits (gluten) – I made a version I could enjoy as well.
Raw, vegan, gluten-free, no refined sugar.
It was hard work: I dehydrated the crust for 48 hours. The Banana part took a few tries as did the toffee because the ingredients I use are so unlike what makes a classic banoffee pie in both taste and texture. In fact I'm still tweaking, which is why I am not posting the recipe. (what can I say, it's all a work in progress)
The final product was, possibly comparable, possibly completely different. Regardless, it was rich and decadent, much like its original inspiration. Most importantly, it was delicious.
Seven years ago today, if you’d told me that this would be my life – living in London, married to DW, mother of an amazing little girl, writing this blog, making raw vegan pie -- I wouldn’t have believed you. And yet, we make it work, each one of us in the way that makes life as palatable and tasty as we possibly can.