We are a couple. We met ten years ago in a restaurant kitchen in Israel, where we were both born. Sarit had just come back from London, having trained there as a chef and worked at the Orrery for two years, as part of the team that got them their Michelin star, working in the classic French brigade system, where hierarchy, discipline and meticulous cooking are the only way. These values clashed a bit with the hippy, happy, laissez-faire attitude of the Israeli cooking culture. Trying to get a bunch of Israeli know-it-all chefs to act like Swiss watchmakers was never going to work. I thought she was highly strung and uptight. . . We married a year later.