March Madness Stir Fry

Following breakfast with a buddy in Sturgeon Bay I ran into one of my neighbors at the big grocery. She was with her granddaughter (who I didn’t immediately recognize) but the opportunity for small talk ensued. 

Something about my cooking. Hmmm. I was unaware  people talked about my cooking.  Nevertheless, in the off season us few permanent peninsula denizens have to talk about something; and I suppose cooking is better than current affairs. Or gossip. 

Anyway, and more importantly, the conversation turned to my neighbor’s granddaughter and the impending great grandmotherness.  How cool is that?   That’s an achievement worthy of shouting from a rooftop.  I would be damn lucky to live long enough to become a great grandparent.

So for now I’ll stick to cooking. Namely, March Madness Stir Fry.  

If you have a Bluetooth device you can stream a game or two while chopping veggies, peeling shrimp, prepping stock and cooking rice.  Prep work is Zen-like. Sip a Guinness Harp before the new taxes set-in. 

And once you have sipped a martini and your mise en place is ready you can let the gas turn and burn and let’er rip. 

Figuratively-speaking. 

Everything comes together in a matter of moments.  Positively sublime. 

 

And pretty good chow if you can get it.