Chinese Stir-Fry

By September 21, 2012 March 29th, 2020 9 Comments
Inspired by Shawni’s International Nights of food, I chose Chinese to cook for dinner.  The kids were super excited about that one –  they love all things Chinese food.
I found this idea on Pinterest, I think.  Fortunes cooked in rolls!  I put Nelson in charge of writing the fortunes which he whole-heartedly embraced with great gusto and glee.  Yes, dangerous, but FUN nonetheless.
Write the fortune on a little piece of paper and fold in a tiny square of tin foil.
In the morning, I took out a frozen loaf of bread and let it rise during the day.  After my nap it was ready to be cut up into eight rolls.  Easy.
Flatten out the roll, put the tin foil fortune into the roll.  Fold dough up and put on greased pan.  Cook 10 minutes at 400 degrees.
So delicious.  It really was a hit with the whole family.  Easy recipe:

Chinese Stir-Fry:

In a Large Stir Fry Pot:
1 TBSP chopped Ginger (1 tsp if dry)
1 TSP Garlic (minced, o taste)
Oil of choice
2 cups Chicken (chopped; saute to cook through)
2 cups Red Pepper (chopped)
In a separate bowl, mix:
1 cup chicken broth
1/4 cup soy sauce
2 tablespoons sugar
2 tablespoons vinegar
2 tablespoons cornstarch
red pepper flakes
Mix together and add to stir fry. Sauce will thicken after a minute or two
1/2 cup Dry Roasted Peanuts
1/4 cup Scallions, chopped
Serve over rice.


P.S. Read on for more of the story

The biggest hit of the night was…

Nelson’s fortunes.
Baked inside these beauties were small nuggets of a better life and future…
Mine said, “Good things are being said about you…somewhere.”
I’ll have to always remember how much fun it was to have Grandpa open the fortune roll that said, “It is a bad sign when someone says, ‘you’re ugly.'”
Grandpa is a very good sport.
With our Sunday dinner almost completed, I looked around the table and felt a swell of family love.  Everyone was laughing, talking, chowing down. The light was low, the table had been set and even had a tablecloth.  We used cloth napkins and matching cups.  Yes, a success.  It was decided that our Sunday meals would be a little more special from now on.
My eyes wandered around the table, resting on Gregor who gave me a smile.  We went around the room and asked, “What did you learn today?” and my favorite, “Who did you help today?”  Then my eyes came to rest on Nelson.  He had laughed like Shrek’s donkey and scarfed down so much food he was swaying back and forth with happy delirium.
“Oh…” he moaned, “Can I go lay down?”
“Sit,” I said.  “You’re not getting out of dishes.”  I’m convinced my children are masters at being sick at opportune times.
“I really don’t feel good,” he said, patting his stomach.
He got the look.
Minutes went by and when his mom wasn’t looking, the boy wandered into the living room and flopped on the couch.  I took note of his whereabouts and turned back to our dinner.  Until I heard this noise.  It was that noise.  I looked over to see Nelson leaning over the couch and hurling food out of his mouth.  His entire dinner, all the contents of his stomach came up.  It kept coming…and coming…and coming.
I have never seen so much food come out of a person.
I looked at Gregor.  “Oh…Nelson,” he lamented.  “Why didn’t you grab the bowl?”  (We have empathy issues.)
“You have to clean that up,” I said to Gregor, while yelling to Nelson, “So sorry buddy!”
Gregor went into the living room, turned around, and walked back in the kitchen gagging.  “Can’t. do. it,” he choked out.  This has been Gregor’s one annoying trait since we were engaged. (Yep!  He only has one 🙂 He really did come a long way in our marriage.  For instance, he managed to hold my hair when I threw up every morning pregnant with Cope.  He changed diapers, wiped up spit-up, and scrubbed poop off carpet.  I’ve been so proud of his progress.
But these skills have obviously been under-used and gotten rusty.
So I went into the living room and I’m not joking, I had to run right back out my gag reflex was so intense.  My eyes watered, my nose was so overpowered by the smell that I had to force myself to keep it in.
And so, dear 76-year-old Grandpa, asked for a bowl and a scraper and went to work cleaning up the vomit of his grandson.  I have had very few moments when I felt so ashamed.  But still, even that shame couldn’t get me back into the living room.
Arthur, I’m so very sorry.
Well, Nelson stayed on the couch and fell sleep.  The rest of us ate brownies and ice-cream.
We did have fun.
We were punished.
This weekend I am running away to NYC with husband.  The children are not coming.  Uncle Ian is in charge…Good luck, honey.


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