John’s been promising me pineapple chicken for the last three years, and he finally made it tonight for dinner. I definitely ate too much of it, but I think it was the most amazing thing I’ve eaten in a long time. John’s now adopted the title of "Number One chef in the world who loves you" for himself, and I have to agree, at least with the "who loves you" part. Next time though I’ll have to make sure the serving is cut in half.
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