My use of the wok, though I've heard of such an approach for years, was inspired by Japanese tv show I saw on the airplane a week ago, Saturday. They showed how you could save 9 minutes by only using a wok instead of the usual array of saute skillet and pot for making a typical US/Euro meal of steak, potato with gravy and vegetables. So tonight I reached for the wok.
Ah, what's this. I am wrong. At the bottom of the bowl I find a previously unnoticed single unpopped kernel. How poetic. A reminder of the old adage about how perfection is a state for which we strive but to which we cannot truly expect to arrive.
There. Wasn't that more interesting than me blabbing about recent travails with the teen (he went to CT for the night and not back yet), or how I cringe whenever my cell phone rings because I think it is work calling me (most often it is, 3 calls this weekend, two were work), or about the oldie-but-goodies rock show that i semi-successfully recorded from the audience last night (Roky Erickson with opener Thurston Moore of Sonic Youth fame).
Good night LJ. I love you guys.