For some time, I have planned to cook for a friend. Been working on a draft about sharing food as a version of sharing happiness.
The plan is to make falafel. We sometimes go out to lunch, but happiness shared compounds when cooking is involved. The plans hadn’t come to fruition yet.
We finally settled on a Saturday. I texted him early that afternoon—go…
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