July 28, 2018: Celebrating 25 years with Mikel Lane Herrington, my truly better half.

This is where it all began. My friend Adele was visiting from New York, coming to town for the Spoleto Festival, which Gian Carlo Menotti had dubbed “The Festival of Joy” that year — joyous for him, probably, because he had rid the festival of his detractors and adversaries, and because the unfinished one-act opera of the 83-year-old impresario was premiering. I hired a bartender and invited all the single men I could find to the party, including Mikel.

I didn’t really know Mikel. We had met at the gym. He had recently returned from Sussex, where he had gone for post-graduate studies (he already had degrees from Yale and Columbia), so I asked him if he were single, and invited him. Adele was single at the time and she asked me to have a party for her. Everyone had theater tickets of one kind or another, so I invited a few dozen of Charleston’s most interesting folks to come over for cocktails before the shows. My first book had come out the year before and I was busy working on my second. My sister Sue (in photo, above) was running my shop. My longtime friends Tommy and Paula had moved to town. Life was good, but I had no idea just how good it was about to become. Everyone had a lot to drink. This photo of me pretty much nails the mood. I was just drunk enough to be bold enough to ask Mikel for a date, not knowing if he were gay or bisexual or if he could possibly be attracted to me.

It took two months, and help from his best friends, Anne and Jim Olsen (who were moving to Mexico shortly thereafter), but I got my first date on July 28, 1993, 25 years ago today. We’ve been together ever since. We got to know each other over the next six months and decided in January that we would begin living together. We went to see Anne and Jim in Mexico and celebrated our newfound love. We sought out folk art in Mexico City, went to see the monarch butterflies in Michoacán, and I drank homemade mezcals with Diana Kennedy, the “Empress of Mexican Cuisine,” at her home in the mountains.

Mikel began working with the Corporation for National and Community Service in 1997, and I closed my bookstore in 1999. As he moved up the ladder at CNCS, we expanded our folk art collection, our community of friends, and his job aspirations. We gardened and traveled. We spent Sunday boating with friends. I wrote three more cookbooks and a novel and a self-help book (the latter two still unpublished).  In 2004 we moved to Washington. I wrote another (unpublished) novel. We met more friends, and we continued to garden and travel. France, Italy, Barbados, New York, Canada, Mexico, Florida, England…. The world was calling us. I had lived in Italy, France, and the Caribbean; Mikel had lived in Bélize, China, and Indonesia. In 2011 he became a Country Director for the Peace Corps. Our first post was in Bulgaria, which he had to close; our second post was in China. Our lives have been filled with unimaginable excitements and a few challenges, but never have we argued. Every day has been a blessing. Most of our meals we have eaten together. I figure I have cooked about 10,000 meals for us. That would be about one/day for 25 years. Any dish in my last three cookbooks we have eaten, and more than once. There are 100s of dishes on this blog from the last 10 years that we eaten. But this blog today isn’t about food, but about the joy of love. In 2010 we were legally married in Washington. Here are some photos thought I would share. They are in no particular order.