"The meat and vegetables were ready and waiting, so that I could cook them the minute she same in. Not that I had a great feast in mind: I would be stir-frying thin slices of beef, onions, green peppers and bean sprouts with a little salt, pepper, soy sauce and a splash of beer - a recipe from my bachelor days. The rice was done, the miso soup was warm, and the vegetables were all sliced and arranged in separate piles in a large dish, ready for the wok. Only Kumiko was missing. I was hungry enough to think about cooking my own portion and eating alone, but I was not ready to make this move. It just didn't seem right."
Haruki Murakami - The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle