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This Broccoli’s Made For Wokin’.

“I wouldn’t mind picking up a wok while we’re here.”

I glanced at Mei, my dad’s wife, who happens to be Chinese and is also an amazing cook. I tried to gauge her reaction to my news, but her face was blank. The woman is intensely nice, but she’s got a poker face that would make Clint Eastwood squirm during a friendly backyard game.  Read the rest of this gem…