CC’s stir-fry-like thing

I want to share recipes that I make. So there’s that.

I don’t pretend that this recipe bears any resemblance to real stir-fry. But there is both stirring and frying involved.

All these quantities are fairly approximated.

1 tbsp sesame oil
1/2 Green bell pepper
(some) onion–I’m not a giant onion person so I only put in a bit
2-3 mushrooms
1 stick of celery
1/3 head of broccoli
(Chicken is also good in this recipe but I usually just make it with veggies)
2 cloves minced garlic
1/2 cup white or brown rice. I am assuming you are lazy like me and using instant white rice for this recipe.

1 tbsp siracha
Juice from 1/2 of a lemon
2-4 tbsp light sodium soy sauce
2 tsp-1 tbsp cayenne pepper
1/3 cup water
1 pinch: salt, pepper, (old bay, which I put in absolutely every food), whatever smells like it would be good in this monstrosity)

1) wash off your veggies
2) heat up a skillet on medium heat, add the sesame oil. At the same time, heat up a pan for the water for your rice.
3) chop up all the veggies together and put them in the pan. once the water is boiling for the rice pan, take it off the heat and add the 1/2 cup of instant rice. Cover it up and set it aside for at least 5 minutes.
4) start mixing together the sauces in a little bowl. Don’t forget to check up on your veggies.
5) once the veggies are decently cooked, add 1/2 of the sauce.
6) when the rice is done, add it to the skillet and add the rest of the sauce. Let it cook for a few minutes. I usually leave it like 2-3 more minutes.
7) Eat that up. It should make 2 reasonable portions.

I’ll add pictures if I ever get a camera that doesn’t suck.


go outside today

I don’t know how to relate to the real human everyday grown-up life. I’m mostly gleeful and amused by the times when I am confronted by my┬áburgeoning┬ápresence in the “real world.” As a person, my ability to pay taxes and claim my work-related benefits are a tiny flower opening towards the sun. It’s a nice feeling, not worrying about every single thing. I want to spoil all the people I like with as much happiness as I can hand out. I’m not concerned with growing old. Every day I establish myself as a person with choices, infinite choices every day where I can make a conscious decision to better myself.

When I was in college, I dreaded entering the “real world.” I imagined I’d be working scant hours at a part-time job I hated, if I was lucky. How could I leave my apartment? How was I going to make rent? The idea of going home haunted me pretty regularly. Finding a job, getting a new apartment, severing ties from the things I depended on so heavily (I’m looking at you, University of Texas work study paycheck)–all of these things ended in the most wonderful and anticlimactic way.

The drawback is my nostalgia about the terrified younger person hurdling through the first throes of adulthood. How much time did I waste in those peaceful and turbulent times wondering if I would be OK? How many more wonderful experiences would have opened to me if I approached them with joy instead of fear? The fleeting periods of stability and safety didn’t seem like enough to build a life on.

I’ll hopefully have more engaging things to say, but this afternoon I’m feeling reflective.