The weather was so temperate yesterday that I decided it was Stir-Fry night. Years ago, this genius-of-a-chef realized that the electric wok worked outside as well as in – if you had a long enough extension cord or an outlet – and that the grease and fry smell would permeate the outside atmosphere rather than the kitchen and bedroom above it. We have never made stir fry any other way.
Yes, it was 47 degrees last night at 6 pm as I stood outside in my Crocs, without socks, at my wok. I enjoyed the stars, reveled in keeping my yesterday-cleaned kitchen spotless, and then realized I was going to make the potstickers on the stove and destroy my cause.
Oh well. Dinner was great. And what’s a kitchen for, if not to continually clean it?