This was originally posted years ago.
For some reason, known only to the gods of computer glitches, some of the photos didn’t transfer when I switched blog hosts last year.
Rather than going back and redoing the old posts – and leaving them as old posts, I decided to update and re-post occasionally.
Like when I’ve had a really rough day.
Poor, poor, pitiful me.
Besides, this is really good and deserves a second look.
You could substitute thinly sliced flank steak or beef pre-cut for stir-fry if you prefer. Any bits of vegetable left in the fridge would be fine in this: sliced Brussels sprouts, broccoli, whatever.
Stir-Fried Ground Beef and Mushrooms
Total time: 30 minutes
- 8oz ground beef (mince 240gr)
- 1 onion chopped
- 1 clove garlic, minced
- 1 tbs minced, fresh ginger
- 1/2 green pepper, cut into sticks
- 1 medium carrot, cut into sticks
- 4oz (120gr) mushrooms, sliced
- 2 ribs celery, sliced
- 1 small can water chestnuts, sliced
- 1/2 cup (4oz, 120ml) beef stock
- 1 tbs tomato paste (or ketchup if you don’t have tomato paste)
- 1 tbs olive oil
- 1 tsp sesame or walnut oil
- 1 tbs cornstarch (or thickener of choice) dissolved in
- 2 tbs soy sauce
- 1/2 cup quick-cooking brown rice substitute Basmati
- 1 cup (8oz, 240ml) beef stock or whatever your rice calls for
- In large non-stick skillet heat oils over medium-high heat.
- Add onion, celery, pepper and carrots and stir-fry 5 minutes.
- Add mushrooms, garlic and ginger and stir-fry 3 minutes more.
- Add beef and sauté breaking it up as it browns.
- When beef is brown add chestnuts, tomato paste and stock.
- Cover, reduce heat to medium-low and let simmer 5 minutes.
- Give the cornstarch mixture a stir to recombine. Turn the heat up under the skillet and add the cornstarch mixture, stirring constantly until thickened. Serve over rice.
- Cook rice according to package instructions
As to my rough day…..
It wasn’t really, just more running around on the weekend then I’m used to.
Mon mari is still lounging around the hospital.
It’s really only to be expected.
They didn’t admit him until Friday afternoon. One could hardly expect a doctor to come around on the weekend to let him out, now, could one!
Well, one did pay him a visit yesterday morning, the ‘diabetes specialist’. She looked at the toe – that’s all fine, but they’ll run a course of antibiotics just to be careful.
Mon mari then had the audacity to question her.
Remember the medical show ‘House’? Part of the humor (admittedly, dark) was his outrageous bedside manner. I don’t think it would be a hit here as the French would just see it as normal.
One does not question the doctor. Usually, one does not even speak to the doctor. One just quietly accepts treatment and when released, one goes home, cured and grateful.
Mon mari wanted to know why he couldn’t just take the antibiotics at home. Seemed a simple enough question.
Apparently (I was not a witness) she didn’t take being questioned well.
She started telling him he was doing everything wrong and how he should be doing it correctly. These are things he’s been doing, under his regular doctor’s watchful eye, for 5 years.
He didn’t accept the criticism well.
Sharp Words were exchanged.
I think she had the last word though….. He got tongue for his ‘special diabetic lunch’.
I stopped at the boulangerie on the way in and picked up a sandwich for him.
I got him another one today, just in case. Can’t have the poor lad both bored and starved.
He hasn’t seen her since, but he’s worried she’ll make him stay another day just to be mean.
He’s on his own for lunch tomorrow though….
I have to go to school.
It’s my big day.
I’m off to talk to a group of third graders about ‘the Unites States’.
I spent the rest of the day finding maps and photos of things that might remotely interest them.
I have a photo of a yellow school bus, a grizzly bear, a bison, a bluebird, the snow in Minnesota this winter, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, the Anasazi cliff dwellings, a tonka toy truck, a loon, and just about anything else I could think of.
Then I remembered that, as they are children, I have to address them using ‘tu’ rather than ‘vous’.
Unless I’m talking to all of them, then I use vous.
Note to self: Do not speak to any individual child and just use vous.
I have enough to think about….