She is my fiancée. She is why the club exists, and why anyone knows about it.
She books the kitchens. She finds the grandmothers. She runs everything you've ever seen from us online. She brews the tea while I yell at the onions.
She also edits my recipes, which is the only reason they make sense.
If the club feels warm, that's her. I'd still be in Bangkok burning anchovies alone.