L.A. Affairs: I fell for a bad-boy chef. Then the recipe soured

Key Facts

• With a tearful smile, I excused myself to the backyard where I lay in the grass and let the unseasonably humid Valley weather transport me to another time in my life.
• He passed with flying breadsticks, and we talked endlessly about the value of tradition in food.
• I found his diatribes familiar in the ways previous flings with med students had been — expert and passionate.
• We fell in love instantly, but those feelings arrived with a heaping dose of existential dread for me and reactive self-medication for him.

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