Thai stir fry
Sunday night Kelly invited me over for Thai stir fry. While earning her certificate in Thai Massage in Chiang Mai, Thailand earlier this year she took a vegetarian cook class from the lady who ran her favorite veggie stir fry place a few store front's down from Kelly's school.
It was blogger central. Tim, Lisa, Tonya, Michael, Kelly and I all blog on different topics, but I was the only one taking photos that night, so I may beat them to the punch on this one. In a group, I'm usually the only blogger. This time, I was the only foody blogger, maybe. Almost sure on that one.
reconstituted soy protein
The main staple of the meal was soy protein. Kelly brought bags and bags of this stuff home to Doha when she returned from Chiang Mai. And, she thus brought a few bags home with her to East Tennessee in order to cook with this for us. First you soak it. Then it expands. Then you cook with it. I tried to eat a raw piece of it, but Kelly said no. Said I didn't want to.
Tonya breaks away from lemongrass
I helped slice the carrots. Earlier in the evening Kelly and I disappeared because I'd asked her to shoot photos of my with my accordion. While we tooled around vanishing farmland in a golf cart snapping and posing, Tonya worked her way through most of the veggies and we returned to find her struggling with the lemongrass.
Kelly with mortar and pestle
Kelly was on her feet cooking for our group for better than an hour. It was great. I'd eat it again and again. Soy protein with almost any kind of veggie you might like: Broccoli, red, yellow, & green bell peppers, snap peas, mushrooms, celery, zucchinis, and carrots. She ground garlic and lemongrass together with a mortar and pestle. She threw those down on the grill first, then soy protein, then added veggies as they needed to cook. Add some water, a little oil, here and there, and you have it sizzling to and fro. Also added mushroom powder, which was new to me. Tonya and I tasted it out of the bag, and I thought it tasted a bit like beef broth.
birth of a stir fry
A perfect meal with lots of fun people. But it left me embarrassingly flatulent. I think it was the soy protein. Or the broccoli. I controlled myself until I could have privacy. Thank me very much.
After cleaning up the stove top and counter tops and dishes, Tim and Lisa left. Kelly got her boys showered and ready for bed and I helped them into their pajamas. While Kelly checked sometime technical about the wireless router I knitted a few inches on her washcloth that we started a few days ago. Then Kelly, Tonya, and I piled into the king-sized thermapedic, watched a show on TLC about bariatric surgery and split the remains of a store-bought cheesecake.
**The seabass reference in above title refers to one of Kelly & my favorite movies, Dumb and Dumber. I cannot not laugh at those mens' antics. And my favorite line is "Kick his ass, Seabass!" Got to get me a seabass hat. Maybe one for Kelly, too. Then we can be seabass twins separated at birth.
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