Borscht: Romance

You don't understand," he said, sipping the borscht, "it is the long cooking time and the combination of so many vegetables that gives the flavor. The beets, they are important. The cabbage, it is important. On their own, these two things would not mix very well, but when you put it all together--"

"You mean I have to meet your family."

"And all your family must meet my family, and we will have a great gathering, and it will be wonderful. You have no idea. All the rough edges and defensiveness will be smoothed out into one great delicious borscht."

She scowled at him, but she had to admit that his borscht was the tastiest around. Its smell, dill and earthy and tangy, welcomed her on the days when she stepped into his apartment and--

Inspiration: Was reading guidelines for culture-clash romance and couldn't think of any culture other than borscht--and, oh lord, this is awful.
Story Potential: Low. So low I don't have a tag for it.
Notes: So wrong.