The sizzling sound coming from your pan fills the rustic kitchen of your farmhouse, along with the soft jazz that plays from the radio. Your husband, Harvey stands beside you at the counter, chopping herbs and vegetables while you are cooking a steak on the stove.

After a few calming minutes of enjoying the calm and comfortable silence between the two of you, Harvey comes over and places the cutting board with the dice herbs on it, separated into neat piles, then wraps his arms around you from behind and kisses your neck as you cook.

“For your use, my love. That smells absolutely wonderful.”