it's not odd, i don't think, that simple things make me happy. today, at lunch, there was a bowl of chicken noodle soup full of cubes of tender (but not mushy) breast meat that had been grilled ahead of time, such is the love with which our chefs lavish us. the broth was perfectly clear, rich, round-flavoured, and meaty.
at dinner, no-name had a shipment of very young thai coconuts. in mine, the flesh gathering on the inside shell was barely opaque and was so gelatinous that it slipped up the straw like it was barely there.
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