Jake was notorious for his cooking. When we first met, he decided to make me vegan mac and cheese. We measured and blended and talked the entire time. When we were finished cooking, we didn’t realize what a gold mine we struck. Jake let me stir in the sauce while he poured, every single time. He never let me eat until it was up to his standards, topped with paprika and green onions. The second we each took our first bite, I knew my love for his cooking stemmed right from the root of loving him. After we both were full, there was still so much left. I, of course, sat on the floor and ate from the pan as Jake laughed and watched. We loved eating and cooking together. This was one of his favorite memories.