I invited the apostle to my stir-fry
dinner by accident. I shook
into my smoking wok a packet of dried
wood ear mushrooms — the ones I’d bought
from a farmers’ market. I threw in
a handful of broccoli, carrots, snap peas,
halved Brussels. My husband
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