Last weekend, I consumed a massive seafood tower with my wife as a late Valentine’s Day feast. It was one of those things at one of our favorite restaurants I’d wanted to do for years, so I shamelessly took photos. I saw sharing the images as a means to share a piece of my relationship’s intimacy and adventure (we clearly don’t do extreme sports). But were this most other evenings of the year, when I’m eating a far humbler meal on my couch, what would I think of this obnoxiously gleaming pile of crustacean?
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