You eat more stir fry, straight from the pan, standing up in the kitchen when you’re meant to be cleaning up.
Your daughter kisses your arm after getting up from the table.
She asks for more vegetables and eats two helpings of pasta.
She sucks at the little florets of oily, seasoned broccoli and picks out the onions to eat, when only last night she told you, she didn’t like onions.
You both eat in concentrated silence.
You grate just a little bit of parmesain on the pasta parts of both plates.
Your daughter claims she doesn’t want to eat dinner, but pulls up a chair anyway.
You put two plates down on the table, each filled; half with the freshest, most delicious stir fry and half with perfectly salted pasta.
You turn off the fan and leave the kitchen.
Boil water. Salt it more than you think you should. Then add even more salt. Cook pasta.
See what’s in your CSA box. Today in mine: onions, red peppers, zuccini, baby brocolli, garlic. Herbs from my garden (basil, thyme, greek oregano). Chop everything.
Put olive oil in a pan. Add garlic and spices with a little salt and pepper.
Add zucchini and broccoli
Cook until everything is almost done.
Add more garlic and some of that extra salty reserved pasta water until your stir fry is perfect (like mine was tonight) or even if it’s just pretty good, it will still be delicious. The pasta too. It will remind you to always salt your noodles.
2 thoughts on “dude fude-the stir fry”
Looks and sounds delicious, Zoe. I’ll make an attempt when we unpack the kitchen…
Looks and sounds delish. I’ll try when I find the missing cook in my house.