Mary’s Fried Rice
I used to hate this as a kid but tastes and times have changed and I quite like it now....
*Makes a good crowd pleaser for pot luck dinners or a great way to use up cooked rice
Ingredients
• 4 chicken breasts sliced (marinate in 1 T sesame oil/2 T Kikkoman soy)
• 1 C king prawns or shrimps or squid pieces (or all)
• 1 C frozen peas
• 1 chopped sliced red pepper into little squares the size of a pea
• 3 T canola oil
• 1 Onion finely chopped
• 4 T shrimp paste (crushed garlic/ginger/chilli/dried shrimps)
• 2-3 C cooked rice
Mix in a jug
• 1T fish sauce
• 1 T brown sugar
• 1 T oyster sauce
• 2 T Kikkoman soy
• 1 T dark soy
• 1 T sesame oil
GARNISH: with a sprig of coriander and 2 whole red chillis , ½ C roasted peanuts and finely sliced 2 egg omelette
Method
Brown onion and shrimp paste in oil until soft. Add chicken and toss until almost cooked. Add seafood and fry for a minute.
Add rice then sauces from jug and mix continually to evenly coated. Take off heat if sticking and add more canola oil.
Put lid on and take off heat, using steam to continuing cooking and stop it sticking to the pot.
Add a splash of fish sauce to 2 beaten eggs then fry in a little oil in a hot mini frypan. Flip and remove onto board and slice thinly.
Garnish with sliced omelette, peanuts, chopped coriander and whole red chillis.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
excerpt from my old company newsletter written 2 yrs ago...still love it!
Word Builder ameliorate: To make or become better; improve.
Quote of the Month.."Travel only with thy equals or thy betters; if there are none, travel alone." The Dhammapada
Good Game ..learn to snowboard
...fancy a bit of self chiropractic work? Snowboarding is just the thing. 'They' say it takes three days to master. That is all the bashing your body can handle; bruised buttocks, whiplashed neck, jarred vertebrae, forearms and shoulders and general malaise is the threshold you must break through to pass to the hallowed easy riding side. It is worth it. Gliding, teen-like down the pristine white mountain in oversized clothing is a high worth reaching.
Good idea .. retire at age 43.
Want to find yourself, or work out what you want to be when you grow up? Then retire and give yourself that much needed head space to work it out. Don't be put off by the harsh economic times and recessive economy, Lean on your partner for a bit. This is the first day of the beginning of your life. Tried and recommended!
Good Watch ..Bruno (2009)
If Borat was too much for you, then do not go see his alter Austrian ego, Bruno. Even more outrageous...He is gayer, more in your face, (literally) and unearthing further everyday atrocities that middle America call normal. If you think he is tasteless and crass, he is nothing compared to the everyday Americans he 'outs' in his risqué vinyl trunks. More nudity and gaiety than is necessarily politically correct it is still chuckle worthy whilst shockingly repugnant.
Tips on ...........customising your mid life crisis
Top Ten Options:
Change jobs/partners/sexual preference
Get a boob job.
Buy a Harley and a matching fringed leather jacket
Build or buy a 'muscle' car.
Go on an O.E.
Grow your hair (if you can) (if you can't buy extensions)
Get a toy boy or girl.
Go on a diet.
Run a marathon.
Get a tattoo or several.
*I have tried and tested a few but thankfully have some left to play with.....
Quote of the Month.."Travel only with thy equals or thy betters; if there are none, travel alone." The Dhammapada
Good Game ..learn to snowboard
...fancy a bit of self chiropractic work? Snowboarding is just the thing. 'They' say it takes three days to master. That is all the bashing your body can handle; bruised buttocks, whiplashed neck, jarred vertebrae, forearms and shoulders and general malaise is the threshold you must break through to pass to the hallowed easy riding side. It is worth it. Gliding, teen-like down the pristine white mountain in oversized clothing is a high worth reaching.
Good idea .. retire at age 43.
Want to find yourself, or work out what you want to be when you grow up? Then retire and give yourself that much needed head space to work it out. Don't be put off by the harsh economic times and recessive economy, Lean on your partner for a bit. This is the first day of the beginning of your life. Tried and recommended!
Good Watch ..Bruno (2009)
If Borat was too much for you, then do not go see his alter Austrian ego, Bruno. Even more outrageous...He is gayer, more in your face, (literally) and unearthing further everyday atrocities that middle America call normal. If you think he is tasteless and crass, he is nothing compared to the everyday Americans he 'outs' in his risqué vinyl trunks. More nudity and gaiety than is necessarily politically correct it is still chuckle worthy whilst shockingly repugnant.
Tips on ...........customising your mid life crisis
Top Ten Options:
Change jobs/partners/sexual preference
Get a boob job.
Buy a Harley and a matching fringed leather jacket
Build or buy a 'muscle' car.
Go on an O.E.
Grow your hair (if you can) (if you can't buy extensions)
Get a toy boy or girl.
Go on a diet.
Run a marathon.
Get a tattoo or several.
*I have tried and tested a few but thankfully have some left to play with.....
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Liberation
Liberation has a price. $44 on Tuesdays. For this not so princely sum you can escape the worries of post earthquake Christchurch as long as you don’t mind large internal buildings sans windows.
I managed to execute a pocket of fun for four in the form of a mid afternoon session at the movies.
Going to the pictures at 3.40pm on a Tuesday afternoon was apparently “weird” according to the 19 year old; convenient to the school sharing 17 year old who was free in the afternoons and anathema to the hard working Dutch business owner.
Having managed to assuage their combined angst I ordered the tickets. Although restricted to those over 16, I decided we all needed a good laugh and booked “ Bridemaids” for the first time on line.
Getting the group to the theatre on time proved testing. A 3.30pm ETD from home coincided with school closing for the local Girl’s High School. Piled into our Suzuki Swift, vehicle pointed frontwards in our getaway car we waited patiently for the patriarch’s return laden with contraband snacks at the ready.
Running late due to an armed offenders road closure we soon bundled him into the moving car and sped off the 1.5km drive to the theatre. Parking could have been an issue if not for the expertly executed u-turn performed on Rotheram Street to snabble up the sole park available.
Clamouring up the escalators well into previews time we still had to pick up our tickets from the reception desk where they conveniently had one staff member on for the snakelike queues beginning to form. I spotted a fellow tardy fun lover in the queue for the same movie also in a state of extreme agitation. She took my bull by the horns and jumped the queue while I looked on open mouthed. Silenced by my fury and wary of self control issues, I sent in the self assured 19 year old to complete the transaction fortunately for the inept usher.
As the queue threatened to morph into an angry mob the lone teller proceeded to fill the popcorn machine. My ever so polite daughter reminded her back that the movie had started and could we possibly collect our conveniently purchased on line tickets, now.
Aforementioned aggrieved teller then casually swung back to her till, printed the tickets and left them languishing on the counter within snatching distance while she insisted on hand writing ”check ID” on all of them, suddenly suspicious of our motives.
Victorious, we ran at breakneck speed towards the viewing area right past the vacant check ID station into the theatre to the opening scenes of the movie and sat at the closest unoccupied seats available.
Having been removed from a theatre in Nelson previously for bringing in contraband, I was a little reluctant to brazenly empty the entire contents of my large bag immediately to my demanding 17 year old. I gingerly edged out the audible shrimp snacks packet for my impatient offspring, followed by homemade snack bars and bananas for the breadwinner and settled down to do some serious movie watching.
A lone male movie goer sat directly behind us rendering me slightly uncomfortable. I soon relaxed with the first round of laughs. Periodically I glanced over at the family’s reaction. They were entranced; giggling and chortling in group fashion to the outrageous antics being performed on the large screen before them.
As I had eaten before attendance; a two egg omelette in the car, I wasn’t all that hungry. But the sound of snacks being snacked on got to me. I put out my hand, confident as the food mule in my cut and was handsomely rewarded with three of the around two hundred snack sticks. Generous to a fault!
The movie waxed and waned as did our attention span over the next two hours culminating in a mad dash for another appointment where two of our family were required.
E.F.F (Enforced Family Fun) does take a little lateral thinking, cajoling and numerous texts, but it is worthwhile and the sort of thing you remember fondly in later years.
The afternoon was an unquantified success. I congratulated myself at bringing humour to my family on an otherwise humourless day in post earthquake Christchurch.
I managed to execute a pocket of fun for four in the form of a mid afternoon session at the movies.
Going to the pictures at 3.40pm on a Tuesday afternoon was apparently “weird” according to the 19 year old; convenient to the school sharing 17 year old who was free in the afternoons and anathema to the hard working Dutch business owner.
Having managed to assuage their combined angst I ordered the tickets. Although restricted to those over 16, I decided we all needed a good laugh and booked “ Bridemaids” for the first time on line.
Getting the group to the theatre on time proved testing. A 3.30pm ETD from home coincided with school closing for the local Girl’s High School. Piled into our Suzuki Swift, vehicle pointed frontwards in our getaway car we waited patiently for the patriarch’s return laden with contraband snacks at the ready.
Running late due to an armed offenders road closure we soon bundled him into the moving car and sped off the 1.5km drive to the theatre. Parking could have been an issue if not for the expertly executed u-turn performed on Rotheram Street to snabble up the sole park available.
Clamouring up the escalators well into previews time we still had to pick up our tickets from the reception desk where they conveniently had one staff member on for the snakelike queues beginning to form. I spotted a fellow tardy fun lover in the queue for the same movie also in a state of extreme agitation. She took my bull by the horns and jumped the queue while I looked on open mouthed. Silenced by my fury and wary of self control issues, I sent in the self assured 19 year old to complete the transaction fortunately for the inept usher.
As the queue threatened to morph into an angry mob the lone teller proceeded to fill the popcorn machine. My ever so polite daughter reminded her back that the movie had started and could we possibly collect our conveniently purchased on line tickets, now.
Aforementioned aggrieved teller then casually swung back to her till, printed the tickets and left them languishing on the counter within snatching distance while she insisted on hand writing ”check ID” on all of them, suddenly suspicious of our motives.
Victorious, we ran at breakneck speed towards the viewing area right past the vacant check ID station into the theatre to the opening scenes of the movie and sat at the closest unoccupied seats available.
Having been removed from a theatre in Nelson previously for bringing in contraband, I was a little reluctant to brazenly empty the entire contents of my large bag immediately to my demanding 17 year old. I gingerly edged out the audible shrimp snacks packet for my impatient offspring, followed by homemade snack bars and bananas for the breadwinner and settled down to do some serious movie watching.
A lone male movie goer sat directly behind us rendering me slightly uncomfortable. I soon relaxed with the first round of laughs. Periodically I glanced over at the family’s reaction. They were entranced; giggling and chortling in group fashion to the outrageous antics being performed on the large screen before them.
As I had eaten before attendance; a two egg omelette in the car, I wasn’t all that hungry. But the sound of snacks being snacked on got to me. I put out my hand, confident as the food mule in my cut and was handsomely rewarded with three of the around two hundred snack sticks. Generous to a fault!
The movie waxed and waned as did our attention span over the next two hours culminating in a mad dash for another appointment where two of our family were required.
E.F.F (Enforced Family Fun) does take a little lateral thinking, cajoling and numerous texts, but it is worthwhile and the sort of thing you remember fondly in later years.
The afternoon was an unquantified success. I congratulated myself at bringing humour to my family on an otherwise humourless day in post earthquake Christchurch.
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