I Cooked Like Jane Austen, and All I Got Was This Vaguely Regency-Era Sense of Smugness (and an Inedible Soup)

I like to think of myself as something of a home chef, by which I mean that there are often multiple nights in a row when I cook for myself and my boyfriend instead of ordering takeout. (Brag!) Lately, though, at the risk of sounding trad, I've been longing for a relationship with cooking that's a little more…I don't know. Aesthetic? Old-school? Something you'd serve to your Regency-era lover by candlelight instead of throwing millennial slop into two bowls and gulping it down in front of The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills? #LALifestyle #USCelebrities Full Article on Source: https://ift.tt/udi0xys