When I was in middle school (but it was called junior high
back then) my parents decided to take a cooking class together. They choose an
introductory Chinese cuisine class…. But we all called it wok school. They
would come home from the class and tell us all the things they learned like the
right temp for the wok and why peanut oil was the ‘oil of choice’. One night
they learned how to make shrimp chips. These are very common where I grew up in
Ohio and came with soup at most Chinese restaurants, but they don’t seem as
popular where we currently live.
When you buy them to cook at home, shrimp chips come in a
small packet and look like limp potato chips. My parents carefully set their
electric wok to the correct temp, measured out the right amount of peanut oil
and we waited with anticipation for the oil to warm. They wanted my sisters
and I to give them our undivided attention while we waited because they said it
would be exciting. As a teenager, I felt it was as boring as watching paint
dry. My parents chatted about their class and even as a kid I
could tell that it was in my best interest to hang around and wait to find out
why they were so excited.
When the oil was finally hot my Dad took a handful of the
limp chips and tossed them into the oil. They immediately made a huge “Puff”
and filled the wok. It was pretty impressive…. I always loved those chips and
have taken my kids to Wah Fu’s… their
favorite Chinese place while I was growing up. When I am there, I think of them-
so happy showing us their wok skills and knowing all the ins and outs of the
menu. They went back and took the “advanced” Chinese cuisine course too but
none of the things they made were as impressive as those chips. J
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