I used to cook a lot.<\/p>\n
Not a lot of different dishes, but often. Mostly, variations on stir-fry. The wok was my friend.<\/p>\n
I rarely used recipes, and the results ranged from perfect to inedible.<\/p>\n
For years now, steakums<\/a> has completely taken over the reins of cooking. Largely because she used to get home well before I did (upwards of an hour to two hours) and got hungry. In my bachelor days, I would often just skip dinner, or not start thinking about it until 8 or 9pm.<\/p>\n So, only very rarely do I take up the wok again. Less than once a year. And every time has been an abysmal failure, lack of practice does not make perfect.<\/p>\n But our schedules have realigned in recent months such that my commute is much shorter, and I leave earlier, and all those sorts of things, and thusly I arrive home right around the same time steakums<\/a> does, or at least not before she’s started cooking. So, last night I made a stir-fry again. And it went pretty well.<\/p>\n I only bring all this up because my hands smell severely of garlic. This is only a complaint insofar as every time I scratch my nose, I get hungry.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I used to cook a lot. Not a lot of different dishes, but often. Mostly, variations on stir-fry. The wok was my friend. I rarely used recipes, and the results ranged from perfect to inedible. For years now, steakums has … Continue reading