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one
as soon as Adam pulls into his parents driveway, I panic:maybe the carrot cake was a mistake. Two days ago, it seemedlike a great idea. Everyone loves my carrot cake. Everyone. Even my
boss, Marka man who subsists on cheese sandwiches and hot
dogseven he loves my carrot cake. But the Prescotts arent like
everyone else. They drive Lexuses and summer in Tuscany andkeep a personal wine cellar at The Capital Grille. Adams mother
will probably take one look at the cake and call it quaint. Thats
what she called me once: quaint. A polite way o saying unsophis-
ticated.
I should have made something ancier, like chocolate mousse.
Or a Sacher torte. Why didnt I listen to Adam when he said
bringing dessert was a silly idea? Probably because silly hasbecome his avorite word to describe my obsessive interest in
ood, ollowed immediately by crazy. His criticism unctions as
muddled background music, like when my parents talk about my
uture and direction. The words barely register anymore.
Adam parks the car along the cobblestone circular driveway
in ront o his parents Georgetown home, a pale yellow mansion
that takes up the better part o a city block. Among the Federalistbrick and clapboard town houses, all sandwiched together along
the tree-lined streets, the Prescotts stand-alone home towers above
the rest, with its creamy acade, jet-black shutters, and series o
rectangular columns covered by tumbling sprays o wisteria and
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knotted ivy. It is one o the most beautiul homes I have ever
seen. It is also one o the most intimidating.
Adam smoothes his gelled, chestnut hair with his hands andshoots me a sideways glance as he unbuckles his seat belt. You
okay?
Fine, I say. But o course Im not okay. Everything about this
evening lies outside my comort zone, and I wish Adam would
turn the car around and drive the two miles back to our apart-
ment in Logan Circle, a neighborhood whose character is more
vintage thrit shop than Vineyard Vines. But were here, and Ihave a carrot cake in my lap. Turning around is not an option.
I throw o my seat belt and steal a glance in the cars side mir-
ror. Disaster. I spent an hour and a hal grooming mysel, but
thanks to the July heat and humidity, my orehead glistens with
sweat, and my wavy locks have swollen into a uy orange mass.
One more thing or the Prescotts to love: their son is dating Car-
rot Top. Carrot Top with the carrot cake. Perect.Adam umbles or the door handle as I shudder at my reec-
tion. Relax, he says. Theres nothing to be nervous about.
I know. But that isnt true. Theres plenty to be nervous
about, and we both know it. Its no accident that, in the fteen
months weve been dating, this is the frst time his parents have
invited me to their home, despite the act that we live in the
same city. I would say better late than never, but at the moment,the idea o never seems just fne.
Oh, but could you not mention the apartment? Adam asks.
I still havent told them.
Weve been living together or three months.
Adam scratches his square jawline and looks through the
ront windshield. Im waiting or the right time.
Whatever that means. We dated or six months beore hefnally introduced me to his parents. Then, too, he was waiting
or the right time. At this rate, it will probably be November
beore he tells them we moved in together. I were still together
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then. The way Adam has been acting lately, I dont know what
to think.
I hop out o the car and ollow Adam as he makes his way tothe ront door, scrambling to keep up as I balance the carrot cake
on my arms. You know Im the worst at keeping secrets, I say.
Its just or tonight. Please? For me?
I sigh. Yeah, okay, whatever.
Thank you. We dont need a repeat o The Capital Grille.
Thats where his parents took us or lunch the frst time they
met me, and sufce it to say, the lunch did not go as planned.They immediately snied out my lack o good breeding, which
came to a head when I accidentally spilled a glass o Martin
Prescotts 1996 Chteau Lafte in his lap and proceeded to wipe
the area around his crotch with my napkin, while uttering a ew
words and thoughts I probably should have kept to mysel. By the
time lunch was over, the Prescotts had made up their minds: I
lacked the poise and refnement required o a uture First Lady,which meant I was an unsuitable match or their son. I cant say I
blame them.
Balancing the carrot cake on one hand, I smooth my navy
sundress with the other, checking to make sure everything is in
its right place. The dresss bulk adequately disguises my curvy
fgure without looking like a nuns habita strategic move on my
part, because although Adam may enjoy staring at my ample bo-som, I guarantee his mother will not. Adam is dressed in his typi-
cal uniorm: navy polo shirt, khaki pants, and penny loaers. A
generous squirt o gel holds his dark brown hair in place, and his
skin is a toasty butterscotch, thanks to a ew summer weekends
on the tennis court.
I ollow Adam up the broad ront steps, past the potted box-
woods and hydrangea bushes, and as we reach the top, the rontdoor swings open.
Adam!
Sandy Prescott bursts onto the ront steps like a little
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hurricane o pastels and pearls and rosted hair. She wraps her
arms around Adam and kisses him on the cheek, squeezing his
shoulders with her bony hands. Martin stands with one handtucked into the pocket o his salmon-colored chinos and extends
the other toward me. Between his boat shoes and Sandys pastels,
I eel like I interrupted a photo shoot or the Brooks Brothers
summer catalog.
Hannah, Martin says, grabbing my right hand. He squeezes
until I lose eeling in my fngers, the sort o crippling grip one
might expect rom a high-profle Washington lobbyist. Good tosee you again.
Likewise.
Sandy nods and ashes a quick smile as she glances at my
chest, which, apparently, I havent disguised well enough. Hello,
Hannah.
She drags her eyes up and down the length o my fgure and
makes a light, almost imperceptible clucking sound with hertongue when she spies my aux-leather sandals. Strike one. Two,
actually, i you count my unortunate anatomy.
Sandy tears her eyes rom my eet and motions toward the
doorway. Shall we?
Adam pulls me through the ront door into the oyer, a room
roughly the size o Alaska with about as much warmth. The ceil-
ing rises fteen eet, with a crystal chandelier that descends romthe top and sparkles like a mini-solar system in the summer sun.
A curved staircase sweeps up to the second oor and envelops a
round, Louis Quinze table, which sits atop the sleek white marble
oor. The entire house reeks o money, even more money than I
realized Adams amily had, and I see now why his parents bristle
at my blatant disinterest in Washington society.
What do we have here? Sandy asks, pointing to the crinklymound o aluminum oil perched on my arms. I tried to cover the
cake without letting the oil touch the cream cheese rostinga
goal easier in theory than in practicewhich means the cake
now resembles a fth-grade science project.
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Dessert, I say, pausing beore mentioning the inevitable. A
carrot cake.
Sandy smiles tightly. Carrot cake, she says, taking the cakerom my hands. How un.
Adam sighs. Its one o Hannahs specialties. Making it is at
least a two-day project. Quite the ordeal.
Sandy stares at the mountain o oil and knits her brows to-
gether as she shakes her head. That sounds like an awful lot o
trouble or something like a carrot cake. I guess Ive always fgured
thats what bakeries are or.She lets out a bemused sigh and carries the cake into the
kitchen.
See? The carrot cake was a mistake. I knew it.
What ollows is a careully choreographed dance involving me on
one side and the Prescotts on the other. I dont want to step onthe Prescotts toes, and they dont want to step on mine, but re-
ally, all o us would be a lot happier i we didnt have to dance at
all. I, or one, would much rather sit along the sidelines and watch
everyone else dance while I stued my ace with candy.
But round and round we go, and the longer we dance, the
more the smile tattooed on my ace begins to ache and tingle and
develop its own pulse. And yet I keep smiling, mostly becauseI am Adams girlriend and they are his parents and, well, its
pretty clear whose position is the least secure. I dont expect the
Prescotts to love me by the end o this dinner, but I would like, at
the very least, or them to stop calling Adam every weekend to
voice their concerns about our relationship while he hides in the
bathroom and pretends Im not sleeping ten eet away in our shared
bed. In the scheme o things, I do not think this is an unreason-able goal.
We blow through a bottle o Veuve Clicquot as we nibble
canaps on the Prescotts brick patio, and the champagne both
calms my nerves and impairs my ability to ocus on what, exactly,
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Adam and his parents are talking about. As our discussion pro-
gresses around the dinner table, I fnd mysel driting in and out
o the conversation, as i the Prescotts are a TBS Sunday ater-noon movie playing in the background while I old my laundry
and send e-mails. I hear what they are saying, and I am saying
things in response, but signifcant periods o time pass where Im
not sure what is going on.
As I oat away on my champagne wave, I lose mysel in the
thorny world o my own thoughts: how lately Adam seems morti-
fed by everything I do, how moving in together has only magni-fed our dierences and obscured our similarities, and how
consequently I now eel as i I am in the wrong everythingthe
wrong job, the wrong relationship, possibly even the wrong city.
I snap out o my trance when someone mentions my name,
though Ill be damned i I can fgure out who it was. But everyone
is staring at me, so I think its sae to assume a question was in-
volved.Sorry?
Your parents, Martin says. How are they?
Theyre good. On sabbatical in London until October.
Wonderul, Sandy says. She hands her empty soup bowl to
Juanita, the Prescotts housekeeper. Your parents do such inter-
esting work.
My parents are the only part o my pedigree o which thePrescotts approve. When Sandy heard my parents were Alan and
Judy Sugarman, both esteemed economics proessors at the Uni-
versity o Pennsylvania, she saw a glimmer o hope. I didnt come
rom a wealthy or powerul amily, but at least my parents carried
the sort o academic het that would look good in a New York
Times wedding announcement.
They arent the only ones doing interesting work, Martinsays. Adam showed us the paper you coauthored on quantitative
easing. Very impressive.
Thanksalthough my boss was the one who wrote it. I only
helped with the research.
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Shes being modest, Adam says, rubbing my shoulder. You
put a lot o work into that paper. And it showed. It was excellent.
Martin smiles. Looks like we have another Proessor Sugar-man in our midst, hmm?
It is the question I dread mostand, I should add, the one I
get asked all the time. Everyone assumes I aspire to be my parents
someday, my every proessional choice driven by a deep-seated
desire to carry on their legacy. The way everyone poses the ques-
tion suggests I should want that or myselthat Id be crazy not
to. And so what am I supposed to say when someone like MartinPrescott puts me on the spot? That Id rather stab mysel with a
rusty knie than become a proessor? That what Id really like to do
is start an obeat catering company someday, but that my parents
would go ballistic i I ever did? No, I cant say those things, not
when its clear that the one thing the Prescotts rate me or is a
career I no longer care about and a scholarly legacy I want nothing
to do with.So instead I smile and simply say, Well see.
I grab or my wineglass and take a long sip and then, against
my better judgment, I add, But who knows. Maybe Ill do some-
thing wild someday like start my own catering company.
Sandy blanches. An obvious disappointment.
Catering? Martin chuckles, swirling his wineglass by its
base. Surely you can aim a little higher than that.Juanita returns to the dinner table, carrying three dinner plates
on one arm and holding the orth in her opposite hand. She hands
me the last o the plates, a gilded disk o porcelain flled with
roasted potatoes, green beans, and some sort o meat.
Its slow-roasted leg o lamb, Sandy says as I study my plate.
She smiles. I was planning to serve a pork roast, but I wasnt sure
i you would eat that.Ah, yes. The Jew ruins the party once again. The truth is, I
love pork. I eat it all the time. But I cant expect her to know that,
and by her tone, it is clear that Jews are as oreign to her as aliens
or cavemen.
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I tuck into my portion o lamb, and the meat melts on my
tongue, buttery and rich with red wine and the aintest hint o
rosemary. Wow, Sandy, what did you put in this? Its abulous.Oh, I didnt make this, she says as she cuts her lamb into
bite-size pieces and pushes most o it to the ar corners o her
plate, burying the meat under wedges o roasted potatoes.
Adam clears his throat. Mom has a personal che.
Oh, I say. O course she does.
Id love to cook, she says, but who has the time? I cant a-
ord to spend two days baking a cake.The implication, o course, is that only unimportant people
have that kind o time. Unimportant people like me. I wait or
Adam to jump in and save me, but instead he shoves a orkul
o lamb into his mouth and eigns deep interest in the contents o
his dinner plate. For someone with Adams political ambitions
and penchant or riendly debate, Im always amazed at the lengths
he goes to avoid conrontation with his parents.I have a ull-time job, I say, oering Sandy a labored smile,
and somehow I manage.
Sandy delicately places her ork on the table and interlaces
her fngers. I beg your pardon?
My cheeks ush, and all the champagne and wine rush to my
head at once. All Im saying is . . . we make time or the things
we actually want to do. Thats all.Sandy purses her lips and sweeps her hair away rom her ace
with the back o her hand. Hannah, dear, I am very busy. I am
on the board o three charities and am hosting two galas this
year. Its not a matter owantingto cook. I simply have more im-
portant things to do.
For a woman so dierent rom my own motherthe rosted,
well-groomed socialite to my mothers mousy, rumpled academicshe and my mother share a remarkably similar view o the role o
cooking in a modern womans lie. For them, cooking is an irrel-
evant hobby, an amusement or women who lack the brains or
more high-powered pursuits or the money to pay someone to
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perorm such a humdrum chore. Sandy Prescott and my mother
would agree on very little, but as women who have been liberated
rom the perunctory task o cooking a nightly dinner, they wouldsee eye to eye on my intense interest in the culinary arts.
Were I a stronger person, someone more in control o her ac-
ulties who has not drunk multiple glasses o champagne, I would
probably let Sandys remark go without commenting any urther.
But I cannot be that person. At least not tonight. Not when
Sandy is suggesting, as it seems everyone does, that cooking isnt
a priority worthy o a serious persons time.You would make the time i you wanted to, I say. But obvi-
ously you dont.
Martin stabs a piece o lamb with his ork and shoves his
glasses up the bridge o his nose. Is this really appropriate, la-
dies?
The correct answer, obviously, is no. Picking a fght with my
boyriends mother, a woman who already dislikes me, is not ap-propriate. It also is not wise. But by this point in the evening, I
dont care. I just want this dinner to end, and the sooner that
happens the better.
Unortunately dinner stretches on or an interminable two hours,
giving me ample opportunity to take a minor misstep and turn itinto a totally radioactive uckup. And, knowing me, thats exactly
what Ill do. Whether its muttering expletives while wiping Mar-
tins lap at The Capital Grille or railing against those who order
chicken at a steakhousewhich Sandy ultimately didI always
manage to say exactly the wrong thing when the Prescotts are
around.
Adam tries to play reeree, jumping in with a story about hislatest coup, an assignment to a Supreme Court case. He embel-
lishes wildly, crediting himsel with ar more responsibility and
power than he actually has, but Sandy and Martin eat up every
word. They love it.
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This is Adam at his best: the uture politician, captivating the
table with his charm and panache. From the moment I met Adam,
I was, like any woman with a pulse, attracted to his chiseled ea-tures, his intelligence, and his ambition, but his charismathats
what sucked me in. Thats what hooked me. When Adam is on,
being around him is electriying, a total thrill o a ride you never
want to end. He made me eel interesting. He made me eel alive.
He took me to parties flled with political movers and shakers
White House Correspondents Dinner aterparties and charity
galas and Harvard alumni events. He treated me like someoneimportantlike someone who mattered. How could I not all or
someone like that? The man is magnetic, enchanting everyone
he meets with his smiles and jokes and shiny white teeth.
All o which seems great until I realize tonight he is acting
this way to shut me up.
Every time I attempt to join the conversation, Adam raises
his voice and plows over me like a bulldozer, crushing me withhis anecdotes and convivial banter. He kicks, squeezes, and prods
me beneath the table, like I am an out-o-control fve-year-old at
a dinner party. I cant get a word out, which, it becomes clear, is
the point.
And that, I decide, is total bullshit. Adam used to love my
spunk. Thats what he told me, anyway. I was nothing like the girls
Sandy tried to fx him up with, girls whod had debutante ballsand regularly appeared in Capitol File magazine. Sure, I went to
an Ivy League school, but in his Harvard-educated eyes, I only
went to Cornell, which he considered a lesser Ivy. I grew up in a
house the size o his parents oyer, wrote about fnancial regula-
tion or a living, whipped up pu pastry rom scratch. I was differ-
ent, damn it. And that made me special. But tonight I do not eel
special. Tonight I eel as I have on so many occasions recently:like part o a social experiment gone awry.
During a lull in Adams act, Juanita appears with my carrot
cake, an eight-inch tower o spiced cake, caramelized pecan fll-
ing, cream cheese rosting, and toasted coconut. Miraculously,
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none o the rosting stuck to the oila small triumph. Juanita
starts cutting into the cake, but I shoo her away and volunteer to
serve the cake mysel. I Adam wants to cut me out o the conver-sation, fne, but no one will cut me out o my culinary accolades.
I hand a at slice to Sandy, whose eyes widen at the thick
swirls o rosting and gobs o buttery pecan goo. I cannot tell
whether she is ecstatic or terrifed. Something tells me its the
latter.
My goodness, she says. She lays the plate in ront o her,
takes a whi, and then pushes it orward by our inches. I gatherthis is how she consumes dessert. By the way, Hannah, she says
as I serve up the last piece o cake, I read some very scary news
last week about your neighborhood. Something about a rash o
muggings?
Really? I hadnt heard that.
You should be careul. Apparently Columbia Heights is still
very much . . . shall we say, on the edge.Oh, I dont live in Columbia Heights anymore. Adam and I
ound a place together in Logan Circle about three months ago.
We
I catch mysel. Adams eyes widen in horror and fx on mine.
Im sorry, what? Sandy says, her eyelids uttering rapidly.
Did I hear you correctly? You two have been living together?
Neither o us says anything.Sandys voice grows tense. Adam? Is this true? Youve been
living togetheror three months?
Adam clears his throat. No. Yes. Let me explain . . .
But beore he can say anything more, Sandy clenches her jaw
and shakes her head and leaps up rom the table. Adam chases
ater her, and then Martin throws his napkin on the table and
stomps out o the room ater both o them, leaving me in the din-ing room, alone.
I stare at the mess o plates and napkins, scattered around the
table amid the overturned orks and the slices o uneaten cake.
The Prescotts havent touched my dessert, and given the hushed
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tones coming rom the next room, they probably never will. I pull
my plate closer, saw o a corner o carrot cake, and shovel a ork-
ul into my mouth. The cake is delicious, the best Ive made inmonths, bursting with the sweet avor o cinnamon and carrots
and the crunch o caramelized pecans and toasted coconut. Its a
masterpiece, and no one will ever know. Im sure there are worse
ways this evening could have gone, but at the moment, Ill be
damned i I can think o any o them.
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lets be honest: the Prescotts were going to fnd out at somepoint. All I did was speed up the process.And, really, with all o the champagne and red wine, com-
bined with the prospect o sugary rosting and pecan goo, it al-
most wasnt my ault. I was distracted. Who hasnt made a ew bad
decisions under the spell o sugar and alcohol? Besides, Adamacted like a jerk or most o the evening. Im hardly the only one
at ault.
But something tells me none o these excuses will y with my
boyriend, who has ignored me or the remainder o the evening.
As he speeds toward the Q Street Bridge, Im struck by how little
he has said since we let his parents. The air- conditioning blasts
through the vents in Adams Lexus, chilling the interior o thecar as we move like a cool, hermetically sealed bubble through
the thick, sticky summer air. Even at nine-thirty, the summer sky
still holds a aint purple glow, draping the night in a dreamlike
veil. Old-ashioned streetlamps dot the sidewalk, surrounded by
leay trees o varying sizes and blooming impatiens. The spires
belonging to a series o Dupont Circle town houses loom on the
horizon.As we approach the bridge, Adam grips the wheel o his Lexus
with two tense fsts and presses down on the gas pedal. He races
up behind a white Prius, a car moving at the speed limit, and
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rides its tail all the way across. When the opposing lane clears, he
jerks the car over the double yellow line, speeds up, passes the
Prius, and cuts back in ront o it.Asshole, he says as he gives the driver the fnger.
I have no idea how driving the speed limit makes someone an
asshole, and I am inclined to ask, but given Adams scarily aggres-
sive tone, I decide not to bother.
Adam speeds up again as we cross Connecticut Avenue, ying
through the very heart o Dupont Circle with its crowded streets
and bustling sidewalks, and I clutch my seat and close my eyes,not at all comortable with these hostile maneuvers, even though
I recognize my earlier behavior is likely behind them. Regardless,
Id rather not die tonight.
But I will concede tonight was a disaster. An indisputable,
excruciating disaster. Why do interactions with Adams parents
always end this way? Because Im me, thats why. And Adam is
Adam. I am chatty and unpredictable, and Adam is uptight andcautious, and when you throw us into a room with his parents, we
somehow become exaggerated versions o ourselves, which is to
say, polar opposites. I am the loose cannon, and Adam is the guy
with a stick up his ass, and it is clear which kind o person the
Prescotts preer.
What Adams parents think o me shouldnt matter, but it
doesto both o us. Adam may have grown up surrounded byluxury and privilege, but we were both raised by parents who in-
vested a signifcant proportion o their time and money into our
upbringing and whose opinions always matteredon the right
schools, the right majors, the right careers and liestyles. Why
should their opinions about our signifcant others carry any less
weight? Ive always respected people who could out their parents
wishes on a regular basis and blaze their own trails in the ace otheir parents disapproval. But Adam and I arent like that. Its
one thing weve always had in common.
Adam turns onto the wider and less crowded thoroughare o
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Fourteenth Street, and I decide to break the silence. The carrot
cake came out well.
Carrot cake. Thats all Ive got.Like it matters, he mumbles under his breath.
Im sure theyll get used to it. Us living together.
Adam hus as he races through a yellow light. Dont count
on it.
We dont speak again until we reach the apartment.
Adam unlocks the door to our fth-oor, lot-style apartment,
which is located in the heart o Logan Circle. When I interned in
Washington as a college student, Logan Circle was still consid-
ered up-and-coming, and I heard stories about the prostitutes
who would loiter up and down Fourteenth Street. But over the
past ew years, dozens o shops and restaurants and galleries have
moved into the areaeverything rom Whole Foods to the hipCork Wine Bar and low-key Logan Tavernand now the Four-
teenth Street corridor bustles with young proessionals, who have
moved into the area in droves. Our building sits on a lot where a
run-down auto repair shop once stood, but now the decaying
ware house o beat-up cars has been replaced by eighty-our luxury
rental apartmentsnone o which I could aord without Adams
monthly fnancial contribution.I ollow Adam into the apartment, leaving a ew eet between
us as he storms into the living room. He throws his keys on the
steel console, setting o a clang that echoes o the brushed ce-
ment oors.
I cant believe you told them, he says as he throws himsel
onto our leather couchhis leather couch, actually, since I sold
all my urniture beore we moved in together, an idea that seemedto make sense at the time but now makes my stake in this apart-
ment, this relationship, rather tenuous.
I didnt mean to, I say. It just sort o . . . slipped out.
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Right. It slipped out. Ater I specifcally asked you not to say
anything.
I told you, Ive never been good at keeping secrets. Adamstares at me, unmoved. At least they know the truth.
Adam lets out a hu. Yeah. Great.
They were going to fnd out eventually . . .
Adam presses his palms against his temples and lets out a grunt.
You know what? I cant deal with this right now. Well talk
tomorrow. He pushes himsel o the couch and marches into the
bathroom.Okay, so hes pissed. Or, more accurately, given the banging I
hear going on in the bathroom, hes at-out angry. But i we have
any shot at making this relationship work, his parents will have
to accept and respect our decision to live together. We cant live a
lie orever. At least I cant.
What worries me is Im beginning to think Adam could.
When I said Adam has never defed his parents, thats not en-tirely true. Hes dating me, ater all. That has been his one rebel-
lion against them, his small act o resistance. But tonight, instead
o charging orward in the ace o their disapproval, he waved a
little white ag and let me open to attack. And lately all the
characteristics that drew him to my sidethe way I was talkative
and obeat and sometimes a little weirdare pushing him away,
as i I am a constant source o embarrassment.He didnt used to see me that way. When we frst started dat-
ing, he introduced me to all his riends and colleagues as his little
frecracker. Thats what he started calling me ater our third date,
when he brought me to a Redskins party at his riend Erics place.
Eric had decided to make bualo chili, but, in what became clear
to both me and everyone else at the party, he had no idea what he
was doing. Two hours into the party, ater all o us had blownthrough the bags o tortilla chips and pretzels, Eric was still chop-
ping red peppers. Determined not to let a room o fteen people
go hungry, I rolled up my sleeves, marched into the kitchen, and
grabbed a knie. Okay, Bobby Flay, I said as I wielded my knie.
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Time to get this show on the road. I chopped and minced and
crushed at rapid-fre speed, and in no time, dinner was served.
Get a load o this frecracker, Eric said as he watched me workmy magic. Ater that, the name sort o stuck.
For a while, the nickname seemed like a good thing. Every
time I would rail against ad diets or champion the importance o
sustainable agriculture or lament the lack o ood options in inner
cities, Adam would laugh and say, Thats my little frecracker.
He made me eel special, as i I were a vital part o his lie. His
parents were the only people rom whom he seemed to hide me,and though it bothered me a little, I understood. I was the anti-
Sandy. Thats what made me attractive. But he hasnt called me
his little frecracker in what eels like months now, and lately I
eel as i hes hiding me rom everyone. When did this little fre-
cracker become a grenade?
I ollow Adam into the bathroom and stare at his reection as
he brushes his teeth. Im sorry dating me is such a huge embar-rassment.
Adam spits a oamy, white lump o toothpaste into the sink
and rinses out his mouth, swishing the water back and orth be-
tween his cheeks. He spits the water into the sink and meets my
eyes in the mirror. I never said that.
Its what youre thinking.
Adam shoves his toothbrush into the toothbrush holder. No,its not. But come on, did you need to mention the apartment?
I told you, that was an accident.
What about arguing with my mom about cooking? Was that
an accident, too?
I play with the ringe on one o our hand towels. I wasnt ar-
guing with her.
Adam hus. Sure sounded that way.Well, Im sorry. I guess I cant do anything right.
Thats not what Im saying. He massages the bridge o his
nose and sighs. But, okay, just as an example, why did you have
to bring up the whole catering antasy? What made you think
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that would go over well? Im surprised you didnt start telling them
about ood carts or your obsession with underground supper
clubs.Ever since I introduced Adam to the idea surrounding under-
ground supper clubssecret, unlicensed restaurants run by o-
duty ches or enthusiastic novice cooks out o their homeshe
has considered it an obsession. Sure, I have lobbied him repeat-
edly to let me host one out o our apartment, and sure, I have re-
searched the crap out o what it would take to run one, but that
hardly makes it an obsession. Its more o an interest. An intense,unshakeable interest.
Adam reaches or the mouthwash, but I grab the bottle beore
he can lay his hands on it. Starting a catering company isnt a
crazy antasy, Adam. Your mom employs a personal che. Cook-
ing is a legitimate career.
Yeah, or people who dont have the brains to do something
else. Which you do.God, you sound like my parents.
I sound like someone whos right.
No, you sound like an asshole.
Adam rolls his eyes. For my parents sake, couldnt you have
made up something else?
Typical Adam: when reality doesnt suit your audience, create
an alternate reality that suits them better. Adam Prescott orpresident!
But I know Adam wishes my intense interest in ood werent a
reality at all. When we frst started dating, my talent in the
kitchen was a turn-on. The prospect o me in the kitchen, wear-
ing a skimpy apron and holding a whisk in my handhe thought
that was sexy. And, as someone with little insight into how to
work her own sex appeal, I pounced on the opportunity to makehim want and need me.
I spent our days preparing my frst home-cooked meal or
him, a dinner o wilted escarole salad with hot bacon dressing,
osso bucco with risotto Milanese and gremolata, and a white-
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chocolate toasted-almond semireddo or dessert. At the time, I
lived with three other people in a Columbia Heights town house,
so I told all o my housemates to make themselves scarce thatSaturday night. When Adam showed up at my door, as the rich
smell o braised veal shanks wated through the house, I greeted
him holding a platter o prosciutto-wrapped fgs, wearing nothing
but a slinky red apron. He grabbed me by the waist and pushed
me into the kitchen, slowly untying the apron strings resting on
my rounded hips, and moments later we were making love on the
tiled kitchen oor. Admittedly, I worried the whole time aboutwhen I should start the risotto and whether hed even want osso
bucco once we were fnished, but it was the frst time Id seduced
someone like that, and it was lovely.
Adam raved about that mealthe rich osso bucco, the zesty
gremolata, the sweet-and-salty semireddoand thats when I
knew cooking was my love language, my way o expressing pas-
sion and desire and overcoming all o my insecurities. I learnedthat I may not be comortable strutting through a room in a tight-
ftting dress, but I can cook one hell o a brisket, and I can do it in
the comort o my own home, wearing an apron and nothing else.
Adam loved my ood, and he loved watching me work in the
kitchen even more, the way my cheeks would ush rom the heat
o the stove and my hair would twist into delicate red curls along
my hairline. As the weeks went by, I continued to seduce himwith pork ragu and roasted chicken, creamed spinach and carrot
sormato, cannolis and brownies and chocolate-hazelnut cake.
But once the honeymoon period was over, about six months
into our relationship (which, incidentally, coincided with the frst
time I met his parents), he tired o the ricassees and pound cakes
and sous. It was a distraction, he said. Id gone beyond what
one might consider a uture wiely duty and had entered therealm o obsessionconstantly talking about what I planned to
make or dinner and rhapsodizing over every new recipe I ound,
spending three days preparing a brisket and wreaking havoc in
the kitchen. He was fne with cooking as a hobby, but once he
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realized it was more than that, hed had enough. You cook so you
can eat, and you eat so you can live, and thats that. Serious and
intelligent people dont make a career o cooking.So, what, I should have lied to your parents? I ask, icking my
fnger against the plastic Listerine bottle. Adam doesnt reply. I
hand him the mouthwash and grab my toothbrush o the counter.
Yeah, great idea. Then maybe theyll never get to know me.
Maybe that would be better . . . , Adam mumbles.
I reeze, the toothbrush hal hanging out o my mouth.
Excuse me?Never mind, he says.
No, what was that supposed to mean?
It means youre right: Im sick o dating a total misft. Its not
cute anymore. I cant be in a relationship with someone whos al-
ways making me apologize or her behavior.
I pluck the toothbrush rom my between my lips. Is that so?
Listen, all Im saying is I should be able to take you placeswithout worrying about what you might say or do.
Come on, Adam. You dont have to worry about me.
Oh, I dont? What about almost lighting Erics Christmas
tree on fre last year when you insisted on lighting a menorah
right next to it? Or the inamous dinner with my boss last month?
Ugh. I knew hed bring that up. I was just trying to explain
the correct way to make spaghetti carbonara.And by doing so implied that he had done it incorrectly.
Well . . . I mean . . . he had.
Adam sighs. Do you see what Im saying? Youre a loose can-
non.
No Im not. Im just . . . a stickler when it comes to certain
things. But you dont have to worry about me. Promise.
Yeah, well, Ill believe that when I see it.Oh, youll see it, all right, I say, shoving my toothbrush back
in my mouth. Trust me.
Im not entirely sure what I mean by this last statement, but I
suppose what Im trying to say is I can be the genteel, taciturn
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woman he describeseven i, deep down, I think the whole idea
o proving mysel to him is absurd. Because it is. That wasnt the
deal we struck. He chose to date me because I was sassy and opin-ionated. But lately Adam seems to have buyers remorse, as i I am
some wild shirt he bought on a whim, a bright orange button-
down that now doesnt go with his liestyle or anything else in his
closet.
And that scares the crap out o me. Adam is the frst person I
let mysel all in love with in a slobbery, all-consuming way. What
will happen i everything alls apart? I have no experience todraw rom, no playbook to reerence. This is an embarrassing ad-
mission to make at twenty-six years o age, but it is also true. I
sacrifced opportunities and riendships to make our relationship
workruling out a better-paying job in Boston so that I could
stay in DC with him, deciding against a weekend cheese-making
class because it would mean less together time or the two o us.
Adam became the center o my world, and I let my other riendsdrit away, and now I barely have any riends let who arent con-
nected to Adam. I I lose him, Ill lose my entire social lie, on top
o this apartment and the entire lie weve built togetherthe
movie nights, the Sunday brunches, the trips to Harris Teeter to
buy groceries, and the walks along the Tidal Basin to see the
cherry blossoms and the memorials. Ill be alone. All that sacri-
fce will have been or nothing.I cant let that happen. I have to make this relationship work
again, to re-create the spark that attracted us to each other in the
frst place: his magnetic energy, my seductive wit, his ascination
with me, my admiration or him. I owe that to both o us. All I
need is a little Sugarman magic to prove to Adam that he has
nothing to worry about, and neither do I.