Does May of 2010 count as recent? Eeegh. I’m not sure, this might have gone up somewhere before. If it’s a rerun, well. I’m sure there’s something good over on another channel.
Strange things had been turning up in Gojyo’s apartment of late. The first of these was a wok. It was not at all like the glorified frying pan Gojyo already owned, which was third-hand, used for everything from scrambling eggs to boiling packs of instant noodles, and was only ever clean five seconds before it was used again—and that cleaning was perfunctory at best. No, the new wok was the real thing, tempered steel with a rounded bottom, double-handled, vast enough to cook for twelve, burnished and gleaming on the counter in its freshly-seasoned coat of oil. It was a wok that meant business, and it had no business being in the kitchenette of anyone as culinarily indifferent as Sha Gojyo. He gave it a wide berth, and hoped it would so the same for him. Whatever intents the wok had for its path in life, Gojyo suspected they involved a lot of work for someone, and he had no desire to be that someone.