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This story is from girlfriend restaurants,

titled Am I the Asshole for very rarely almost never wanting to go to restaurants because my girlfriend makes food that's just as good, if not better, than restaurant food. And it does

follow with an update as well.

I've been with my wonderful girlfriend for a few years now

and we usually get along great, aside from this current issue.

You can skip to the TLDR if the exposition is too long.

She's a self-proclaimed foodie, which I honestly think is just selling herself short.

She's a food genius.

She can taste and smell a dish and then turn around and recreate it and even make it better than the original. If you taste something and wonder what's that super subtle flavor, she'll tell

you. It's anchovy pasta, sumag lavender, some other obscure spice that you would never think of.

When someone is cooking something and they go, it's missing something.

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