The biggest argument Eva ever got into with her husband involved Black Forest cake. Eva thought it too decadent, and her husband did not. So Eva continued to serve up savory desserts and her husband continued to stash Black Forest cake throughout the apartment and then shame-eat it in the middle of the night. Marital compromise is a beautiful thing.
I found Eva in an album of 60s and 70s polaroids at a Berlin flea market. She appears prominently throughout the album, and my curiosity about her life led to Tuesdays with Eva, which began with this post.
