I slept until 5:30 and woke up hungry, determined to make some kind of chicken stir fry; and there was a motorcycle battery on my front porch.
The battery is indeed what I need for the Suzuki; after checking it out, I set it aside and got started on dinner.
There were some chicken thighs in the freezer, old enough that Mom had removed the skin and bones; that has nowhere to go but down, so I decided to use them, and grabbed a chicken breast from the stuff I bought last week. I cut it up and put it in to marinate--about half a cup of wine and 1/4 cup of soy sauce--and stuck it in the fridge while I hied myself to the "corner" store for carrots.
I had bought carrots...in April. Before I started the job at [employer]. I'd also bought lettuce at the same time. Guess what the vegetable drawer looked like!
$1.52 and 10 minutes later, I was peeling carrots.
Opened cans of the usual vegetables and drained the meat, and got to cooking...and now I'm eating it.
I don't know the last time I cooked a non-yakisoba asian dish that came out this tasty. Every flavor that you expect from Chinese (or faux-Chinese) cooking is there. There's a bit of kick to it from the Szechuan sauce I added, but not too much. The only downside is that it's a bit too salty because I just dumped the last of the cashews in, and that meant all the crumbs and salt from that got included.
I was cooking and remembering the time I dressed as Mr. Fujisawa for an AnimeIowa convention--and how in the dealer room there was this table of guys who were trying to sell their home-brew comic.
"Mr. Fujisawa! That's Mr. Fujisawa! Awesome! You have to buy our comic!" One of them called. I bought the comic because they were the only people who ever acknowledged my costume. (Cover price: $1. And it was pretty good.)
My hands even feel better. I'm not going to push it and work on the motorcycle now even though I'm excited to have all the parts I need; it can wait until tomorrow. The 4th of July is 10 days away.
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...saw that the sun was shining and commented to myself, "Well, a little sunshine never hurt anything!" I thought about that, and added, "Well, other than unexposed film and vampires, but you can't have everything."
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I've noticed that whenever I make stir-fry, I eat more than I would if I'd bought it.
Example: I just ate enough of my own cooking to make a respectable pile in a pasta plate; when I get General Tao's chicken or something it barely makes it to the rim.
There's a lesson in there somewhere; I'm just not sure what it is.