Once upon a time there was a boy and a wok. Almost every day the wok would get a visit from the boy. After taking
the wok off the pan shelf, the boy would look the wok straight into the bottom
and ask “wok, please make me some deliciously exquisite egg fried rice.” Every time the response was the same: “sure boy, I’ll
just use some rice, random vegetables you have lying around, eggs, oil, and soy
sauce.” And when the boy would put the first bite in his mouth, he would sigh, for it
was deliciously exquisite. And the wok was happy.
But then one day the boy asked the wok “wok, please make me some
deliciously exquisite egg fried rice” and the wok looked around, but there was
no more soy sauce. The large bottle of Kikkoman Original that the boy had
bought in Nampula during supervisors conference was empty, not a drop left.
Sadly, the wok responded “I’m sorry boy, but there is no soy sauce. We could make some fried rice with Raja curry seasoning and piri piri instead?”
“Ok” said the boy, but once he put that first bite in his mouth, he knew that it just wasn’t the same. At times, it may have been delicious, and at
other times exquisite, but never once was it deliciously exquisite.
Once the wok was washed, the boy put it back on the pan
shelf, and walked away saddened. The next time the boy wanted to make fried
rice, he picked up the wok, only to look at it and be reminded of the utter
disappointment that accompanied the soy-sauce-less fried rice. So he put it
back on the pan self, and went in search of other pans.
Each time the boy came into the
kitchen, each time the boy laid out vegetables, each time the boy made rice,
each time the boy looked at the wok, the wok thought “this is it, I’ve been
forgiven, he needs me.” But the wok was only met with the same disappointment
that the boy felt. And the wok was sad.
2 months and 3 weeks passed with the wok being used, an incredibly long amount
of time for a wok. Then boy came back from a fantastic
first-time trip to Quelimane with Gamill Superior Dark soy sauce. The wok
thought “Sure that isn’t Kikoman Original, but it must be enough.” After laying
out the vegetables, and putting the rice on the stove to cook, the boy looked
at the wok. And it may have been the quickest little glance that has ever
glanced, but for the wok it was like waiting for eternity. “wok, please make me
some deliciously exquisite egg fried rice” the boy asked.
“Sure boy, I’ll just use some rice, random vegetables you
have lying around, eggs, oil, and soy sauce.” After happily going through its
work, the wok carefully watched as the boy served himself and his friend Eric a
bowl of fried rice. Looking on from afar, the wok saw the boy lift the first bite to
his mouth, and then sigh, for it was deliciously exquisite. And the wok was
happy.
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