This might not be the most exciting photo ever but the meal on the plate signifies something really important to me: allowing my fiancé to cook for me.

I obviously write a lot about how I cook for others but I often forget how gratifying it is to have someone cook for me– and what it means to that person. I am the one who plans most dinners at my house but in the last year and a half since Greg and I have been together, I'm getting better about giving him opportunities to cook for me.

While he was clear with me from the beginning that he wanted to cook for me sometimes, it's become a necessity on certain days when I have had work to do and if we wait until I'm done for me to start cooking, we'll be eating really late.

We're in Southern California this week staying with friends of mine and while I was in the shower yesterday Greg made these cheese toasts for me. They are easy to make and something his dad made for him and his siblings growing up.

At our house he takes Wasa crackers (which I have liked since high school and are inexpensive) and tops them with cheese, oregano, and anything that is available (yesterday it was salami and tomato), and sticks them in the oven to melt the cheese.

They are not just an easy snack but can be an easy lunch like they were yesterday. And Greg gets to enjoy cooking for me while I get introduced to other flavors– and the happiness of getting to relax and savor what he creates for me.