Happy White Day!

Is the way to a man’s heart through his stomach?

I picked her up and brought her across Taipei to my apartment. I put on some music as she unpacked the pots and pans she had brought over (I don’t have any, you see, although for some reason I do have a strainer). I set the table as she worked out how to turn on my stove. I had picked up a bottle of wine, which I opened as she waited for the water to boil.

And then I watched in polite, silent amazement as she somehow managed to light the pasta on fire even though it was deep in boiling water.