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It started, as many great love stories do, with food. A few weeks into dating, I decided to cook Dylan our first homemade meal together. As an Italian, my love language has always been food, but not the kind that comes with a recipe. I cook by instinct, a little of this, a little of that, and somehow it always turns into something special… just never the same thing twice. That night, I made salmon, what would later become known as Marry Me Salmon. It was a teriyaki-glazed masterpiece, and to this day, still the best salmon I’ve ever made. Now, if you know Dylan, you know he’s pretty easy to please. As a stereotypical German man, he’s just happy to be fed. You could hand him a frozen chicken patty, some shredded cheese, and a jar of sauce, call it chicken parm, and he’d thank you like it was a five-star meal. But this night was different. He sat there genuinely amazed, going on and on about how good it was, asking me over and over again how I made it. I, of course, refused to tell him. Not because I was guarding a secret family recipe, but because I truly had no idea what I had done. Determined to figure it out, Dylan got up and proceeded to open every single kitchen cabinet, searching for the “secret ingredient.” Spice by spice, shelf by shelf… he wasn’t giving up. Meanwhile, I just stood there laughing, knowing there was nothing to find. And somewhere between the mystery, the laughter, and that unforgettable meal, Marry Me Salmon was born. More importantly, it was the night we both quietly realized, we had found our forever.