She is my fiancée. She is why the club exists at all, and why anyone knows about it.
She books the kitchens. She finds the grandmothers. She runs every single thing you've ever seen from us on the internet. She brews the tea while I'm yelling 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.