There was once a Japanese chef Hiraku Shimizu. Not very famous. Just a man with a restaurant named Jigoku. One day, he released his recipe book. And 14 days later, it suddenly became a hit. Thousands of copies were sold overnight. People lined up to interview him. His restaurant was in the news. His recipes were everywhere.
But what was inside that recipe book?
Eleven recipes.
He said he had “created” them over the past year.
Each one was a metaphorical, poetic version of how he killed his victims.