January 4•Marcus Thompson•7 min read
They Call It 'Cultural Difference.' I Call It Bullshit.
The air in the tiny kitchen was thick with the smell of burnt garlic and my own anxiety. It was 7:30 PM on a Tuesday, and I was trying to impress Kenji with my Nonna's lasagna. I was fumbling with the ricotta container, my hands slick with sweat, while he stood by the counter politely chopping parsley. The silence was heavy, broken only by the tinny sound of The Cure's "Just Like Heaven" playing from my phone speaker.
Read Article
