![]() ![]() In a wide heavy pan, add peanut oil and bring the oil & pan to high heat, over medium heat. Toss chicken pieces into the flour and coat each piece thoroughly, shaking off the excess. – 1 cup of peanut oil (you can use any oil you like, but make sure it has a high heat tolerance) – 1-2 dry red Thai chilies, thinly sliced (julienned) *** if you do not like heat, leave these out *** – 5 green onions, green parts sliced into chunks on the diagonal ![]() – 1 medium-sized onion, sliced into thin strips *julienned) ![]() – 1 yellow bell pepper, sliced into thin strips (julienned) – 1 red bell pepper, sliced into thin strips (julienned) – 0.5 cup of cassava flour or regular flour – 1.5 lbs of boneless skinless chicken thighs, cut into bite-size pieces I had no idea what “Gai Pad Med Ma Muang” was, but I tell you, that cashew chicken was heaven on a plate. Reading the menu was as adventures as our travel plans were. The metal bistro table & chairs stuck to our clammy skin, but it felt good to get some relief from the excessive heat. The sky had opened and unleased a torrential downpour on us. Drenched, tired from hopping tuk-tuk’s all day and starving, we quickly ran into this obscure little restaurant with faded turquoise walls, an Elvis poster and a coca-cola vending machine. Please?Ī long, long time ago… when I was single and traveling from the kitchen to the hamper the world… My friend & I backpacked Thailand. Insert sarcasm here.) A wok helps, but you don’t need it and I find that I can easily adapt recipes to fit my cast-iron skillet or low Dutch oven. (One has to be careful with assigning gender-rolls lately. I find that Asian stir-fry’s nearly always deliver on this trifecta that is every working servant-less (wo)man’s dream. I needed something quick, cheap and packed with flavor. While this is certainly cause for celebration, it also brings another conundrum: housework is automatically deferred to yours truly, cause you now they are busy and tired… Pardon me while I take a deep, prolonged breath, y’all… I could launch into another darker paragraph, but I truly do love my men and I shall bear my cross passively until my next melt-down. Recently, the man-children started their first full-time job. Also referred to as the ‘whiny paragraph’… This concludes my paragraph on why I haven’t written on my blog. ![]() In order to materialize these thoughts onto proverbial paper, one needs time… or an alternate reality, whichever comes first. I need to do laundry!” bin of random thoughts. They collect in that tiny little brain cavity next to the “What am I cooking for dinner?” box and the “Oye. I find it a Herculean task to gather some quiet time for creative writing in our 2-bedroom apartment filled with a husband, 2 grown man-children, 2 cats and an endless selection of stuff that magically roams from its proper storage space to the couch, on to the dinner table and that one corner of the house where “it” will live for the next 3 months, before continuing its orbit to the ottoman… until such time I get tired of the mess and return “it” to its proper storage space… or – more often than not – vocalize my annoyance to the troops and demand order… PRONTO! I have ideas that fill my head space, you know. I think I just blew the ‘Blogger of the Year’ award with my 14-month hiatus. ![]()
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