This is not stir fry - I made this one for Ricardo from my Clean Eating Cookbook, which I read like a romance novel. And by that, I mean, I read it in bed. I study it. I review. And yes, sometimes, I just look at the pretty pictures. This is CLEAN Breaded Chicken Tandoori with Feta Cheese Pita Crisps. It was absolutely delectable. And yes, that is a large scratch in my table. Fret not, I have every intention of buffing it out in about 8 years - when the kids leave for college.
I'm cooking a fabulous clean dinner the other night. Ricardo in his consistent husbandness, takes his role of stirring the pot - literally and figuratively. He's also really funny and says to Lucy who asks what's for dinner, "Stir Fry. But I always wonder, is it stirred or fried. WHICH IS IT!?"
Lucy gets the giggles and continues her homework.
Ricardo moves to the mail. Not the mail we got today, no, but to the pile that has been collecting in our filing system on the corner of the island assumed to be marked "Stuff to take care of but will probably get piled on and neglected." He finds the letter we received and a form to fill out and opts to fill it out now, before we forget about it. The letter and form are for Max. He's been selected for some fancy award banquet for his success in high jump. (Like father, like son.)
Ricardo is interviewing Max and filling out the paperwork for the banquet.
"What is your goal for track and field and in life?"
"In track and field, it's to win nationals." Again, he's nine years old, y'all.
"Okay, what is your goal in life?"
"Uh, okay, I got it. My goal in life is to be a better person." There's a pause while Ricardo writes it all down and then Max continues,
"Because I thought Dad was a good person. But he went to UNO and got his Master's degree to be better."
And so it goes. We better each other by bettering ourselves. Pretty awesome night of filling out paper work and homework and cooking stir fry.
So, is it stirred? Or is it Fried?
That's how I roll.
Song of the Day: Stir It Up by Bob Marley




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