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Wok
I need you to know that I now own a wok.
It's like my best friend.
I call it Wok-uin Phoenix.
My fridge is full of leftover noodle and rice dishes.
Sometimes I season the wok just for fun.
I say the word patina a lot.
I don't blog.
I keep hoping lightning will hit a tree so I can carve a wok paddle out of it.
When I'm watching baseball and here the word "walk" I get up and make stirfry.
I nod at Asians.
I judge people based on the amount of fish sauce they have.
I think about whether or not fish have woks.
I'm already thinking about buying a better wok.
I'd name this one River Phoenix.
I couldn't do that to my wok.
10.06.2011
Exhibit 1.4.10
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3 comments:
You wonderful, hilarious man/fish saucy s.o.b.
What I like about this post is how through humor and sentencing you're trying to hide your sense of pride in now owning a wok and, like, letting it serve as some kind of symbol for being a grownup.
Congratulations, Adam, on your wok purchase.
I have a wok, and I totally love it, even though I don't use it. I have a cookbook called "101 Thing You Can Make in a Wok". You can have it if you want because it sounds like you would put it to much better use.
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