I’ve been enjoying Murakami’s latest novel “1Q84” and last night I was reading one of his typical scenes. The solitary introverted protagonist prepares a meal for one while meditating on a troubling past memory … hmm … that celery/mushroom/shrimp stir fry sure sounds good … if only I had a live-in BF who is also an amateur chef … oh wait.
A couple of texts between the bedroom and the living room later, a plan was hatched, and it came to fruition less than 24 hours later:
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