Several years ago my wife absolutely, positively, without a doubt, in no uncertain terms, ifs, ands or buts, unconditionally had to have a Wok for Christmas – or buddy I was going to be in the dog house.

Well by golly, she got it and was thrilled to no end. She went shopping for all the food stuff needed to stir-fry up a scrumptious oriental meal. It was indeed delicious!

Well some time went by, mid spring I believe. I’m tinkering around in my wood shop and I see that Wok sitting up on a shelf. It dawned on me she had not cooked with it since that first time four or five months ago. Which puzzeled me as she was so adamant about getting one.

Later I asked her about the Wok and if she planned on using it again. “Hell no!” she exclaimed! “That was too much work.”

I guess it should have been named Work instead of Wok.

That Wok collected dust for several years as she refused to let me get rid of it. Because, you know, I gave it to her for Christmas.

Nothing has been said about that Wok in a couple years. Good thing because that’s about how long ago I finally got rid of it. Hey, I needed the space for a new power sander. Hummmm, come to think of it, I think I’ve only used it one time.