He called me while he was in transit to tell me to make rice. I didn’t question. I made the rice. He barely had his coat off before he was scrounging for ingredients, hauling out the wok and just like that—lunch. And just in time too. He is not a fun person when he is hungry. Not that he’s all that much fun anyway.
I’m not sure what this was. Something Indian, I guess. Possibly Thai or Chinese. It’s all the same to me.