It’s amazing the way sound becomes embedded in our psyche. I went for a run through the neighborhoods around Chautauqua, here in Boulder, and I heard it: the unmistakable clank of a spatula against a wok. I followed the sound and peeked through a fence to find a little backyard rotunda, obviously an outdoor kitchen of sorts. Someone was cooking, and the sound instantly transported me to another place. Clink clank clank clink. A few birds, a little breeze, traffic in the background. These are the sounds of Southeast Asian food.
4 replies on “I Heard a Wok”
A sound I know and love too, a lovely observation
Its truly amazing the small things that many of us take advantage of or don’t realize how great the small things really are.
As a professional caterer and chef over the years I have come across various smells and aromas that have triggered memories of mom in the kitchen and at that moment a smile cracks on my face as I continue the task at hand.
Its these small things that matter. Thank you for sharing that with us!
Lovely sound indeed, Karen. The pizza below looks FANTASTIC!
Thank you, Sasa.
Chef Ricky, you are absolutely right – some of the smallest moments in food remain my most meaningful.
Nisrine, enjoy!