When one has almost 5 lbs of asparagus one can afford to be creative.
After steaming and frying and roasting and grilling, serving it with butter or olive oil or lemon or Balsamic vinegar I decided to add meat.
Normally I put a variety of vegetables into a stir-fry, but with all the lovely asparagus, I decided to keep it simple.
Besides, I didn't want anything messing with my asparagus.
Stir-Fried Asparagus with Chicken
Preparation and cooking time: 25 minutes
- 2 chicken breasts
- 24oz (700gr) green asparagus
- 4 green garlic
- 2 tsp olive oil
- 2 tsp soy sauce
- 1 cup (8oz, 250ml) chicken stock
- 1 tbs cornstarch (corn flour, maizena)
- 2 tbs dry sherry
- Brown Rice
- 1/2 cup quick-cooking Brown rice
- 1 cup chicken stock
- Cut chicken into bite-size pieces.
- Trim green garlic, thinly slice, including green tops.
- Trim asparagus, roll-cut into 1 1/2" (4cm) lengths.
- Heat oil in large skillet.
- Add green garlic, asparagus and sauté 5 minutes.
- Remove vegetables to a plate.
- Add chicken to skillet and sauté 5 minutes.
- Add soy sauce, stock, cover and simmer 5 minutes.
- Uncover, return vegetables to skillet and increase heat.
- To finish: Dissolve cornstarch in sherry
- Add to skillet and stir until thickened.
- Add the cherry tomatoes and stir well.
- Remove from heat, cover and let rest for a minutes to finish the tomatoes.
- Spoon over rice and serve.
- Brown Rice
- Put rice and stock in a small saucepan.
- Cover and cook over medium heat for length of time on package.
- When done fluff with fork and serve.
When you have great ingredients, simple is best.
It's not always as simple to fit in to a new environment.
And, when one finally starts feeling comfortable in the new, one sometimes no longer fits into the old.
The last time I was in the US, I was eating out with some family and their friends.
Everyone was busy talking, gesturing, hands flying, elbows on the table.
When the food came, all the hands were taken off the table with left hands tucked neatly onto laps, under the table.
In Europe it's considered rude not have your hands on the table. I mean, what's going on under there, anyway….
I can't begin to count how many times my mother told us to get our hands off the table.
After moving here, my left hand did a little dance every time we ate out. I'd look down, see my hand resting nicely on the napkin, and snap it back up to the table top. Thirty seconds later, there it was again, under the table, on my lap.
I've finally gotten into the habit of keeping both hands on the table, visible at all times.
Then I'm in the US and obviously have no manners, sitting there with both hands where everyone can see them.
I solved that problem by picking up my knife (in my right hand) and my fork (in my left hand) and eating….
At which point I caught some of my companions grinning at me….