Specifically, I need to apologize to my poor Joice Chen carbon steel wok. Here goes:
I'm sorry. I was wrong saying all of those disparaging things to and about you. Thank you for staying in my kitchen, despite me threatening to throw you out repeatedly. I now know that it wasn't your fault; it was mine. Mine and that crappy electric coil stove top.
It was an absolute pleasure and marvel using you on a cook top worthy of you, and I promise I will only ever use you on my induction cook top from this day forward.
A wise man once said:
"I'm a man, but I can change. If I have to, I guess."
