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“You telling me a shrimp fried this rice?”
Yes. I open the door to my kitchen to reveal an open flame and a huge iron wok. All around it, a crowd of tiny brine shrimp perch at the edges of the hot oil, straining to toss in one grain of rice at a time and then turning it around as it fries with two spatulas like it’s some kind of puffy deep fried pastry.