“Wild Food” by Jess Gibson Sebastian saw Emily’s internet search history on the afternoon before the dinner party. When he’d checked his email on the desktop in their home study, the browser had been open. He always closed it himself, which cleared the cache. Total transparency in relationships was overrated, he felt. But Emily had simply left her windows on the screen, the Google searches right next to the risotto recipes. He’d always thought mushrooms tasted like mildew. How had she forgotten that? He could have challenged her, but they’d already had some minor friction about the menu. Buying a dessert was fine, he’d said. It could make a dinner seem fancier, less haphazard; he was only trying to be helpful and he couldn’t imagine that she wanted to cook every single course. The weather was too hot to keep the oven on any longer than necessary. Moreover, he wasn’t sure she had the kind of sensual touch he associated with gourmet cooking.…