The noodles were artificially fish and pork flavoured, but the egg, tomato, black garlic, and chopped chives were real. Half of it is now sitting in the refrigerator for a potential midnight snack. The other half was consumed immediately.
Followed by a small cigar.
And coffee.
In all honesty, it couldn't get any more real than all that, especially when cooking on the fly after returning from Marin County. Where, in a remarkable twist, there was rugelach.
Little White Nipple Dude and Cell-phone Brainwasher both showed up, gibbered at length, and left. None of the pipe-smokers noticed them.
Their tinfoil hats were not visible.
The electricity was muted.
Poor blisters.
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