As I’ve noted once or twice in the past month or two, I’ve been working too much. This takes the form of both going in to work early and staying at work late. The net result of all this work is that I haven’t spent nearly as much time in our new kitchen as I’d like. I’ve done a bit of unblogged baking, some barely blogged preserving, and some not-even-photographed (horrors!) soup-making, but I haven’t spent anywhere near the time in the kitchen that I’d imagined I would once the construction was finally finished.
While work has been having its way with me, Paul has been having his way with the new range. One joy of cooking with serious gas is that the middle burner (it has five) puts out enough BTUs for high-heat cooking. When I arrived home tonight, Paul was just firing up our wok. He doesn’t like to be watched while he cooks, so I left him alone in the kitchen, and 15 minutes later we were sitting down to lovely, spicy bowls of shredded pork with garlic sauce. Morsels of pork and slivers of vegetables enrobed in ginger and sesame, vinegar and (saltless) soy, and lots of minced garlic. Yum. So much better than take-out Chinese, because it was made with love.
I don’t need a fortune cookie to tell me that I am a lucky woman. And there are leftovers for tomorrow. Oh, yes, I am lucky indeed.
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My next kitchen will be gas.
That makes my mouth water… I haven’t found good Chinese food around here yet.