I lean back in my chair, shaking my head as I look at Ford. “I still can’t believe you can cook like that.”

He smiles and takes a sip of his wine.

And by that, I mean he made beef wellington with steamed asparagus and a homemade hollandaise sauce, all finished with a crème brûlée that was the best I’ve ever tasted.

“Seriously, how did you learn to cook like that?” I ask, still in amazement.

Ford leans toward the table, crossing his forearms on top of it. With a little shrug, he says, “I don’t know. I guess you can say it’s how I exercise my creative side.”

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