As David reveals, it's always darkest just before dawn. But then all manner of magic starts to transpire...

Despite something of a Dickensian upbringing, The One recalls his happiest moments with his hero and her favorite utensil.

David wishes The One happy birthday with a gift of their love story, as told in 15 exquisitely decorated cookies.

Despite Jack Frost nipping at his nose (and other parts), David manages to capture some pics of a winter wonderland.

And all through the house, not a creature was stirring...but what about the abandoned grill out back? David investigates.

David sheepishly explains his silence as he and The One frolic across the pond. (Hey, even bloggers need vacations...)

Know how in Britain each intersection has a helpful reminder painted on the pavement reminding befuddled Americans which way to look?

David and The One struggle with their luggage and each other as they try to comply with Virgin Atlantic's carry-on baggage policy.

David blogs his way through Paris, embracing wining, dining, and a magically slenderizing manner of thinking that just may offset all the foie gras, fromage, and frites.

David divulges his mental music queue, a groovin' jukebox that loops over and over and over again.

David and The One sit down to their first backyard dinner of the season, a very candid, unstyled, non-fussed affair.

David tries his hand--and The One's patience--at making a luxuriously rich, make-you-go-wobbly-in-the-knees duck stock. And he succeeds, on all counts.

David muses about what his life would be like had he not met The One all those years ago. (Hint: He's MUCH better off with The One.)

After The One goes to a yoga retreat to cleanse body and mind, David tries cooking healthfully...with unexpected results.

Food is rarely just about the actual food. David Leite recounts one of his food obsessions and the fond memories attached to it.

David recounts how he destroyed two Thanksgiving desserts and, in so doing, almost burned down his house.

In Paris, David finds pastries, passion, and peace. Think of it as an emotional travelogue with dining recommendations.

There's a lot to miss in Portugal. For David it's this market woman, a beloved figure in the Alfama district, who knew one of his secrets.

According to a new poll, Mac and PC users couldn't be more different, even in what they eat. Do you fit Macolyte or PCer-hugger traits at the table?

These Mother's Day recipes are the kind of dishes any mother would love to have delivered to her, especially if she's still in bed. Just ask David.