Building character, one wok at a time

We made it! Remember 60 days ago when I posted about the beginning of waterfowl season in Arkansas? Well tomorrow is the last day of duck hunting season, and I'm sure I'm not the only gal ready to spend more time with her avid waterfowler, who has been missing the last 2 months.  Tomorrow, not only marks the end of the season, it's shaving day!

Holt, like a lot of men, doesn't shave his beard during duck season. I'm not sure if it keeps him warmer, completes his camouflage, or when one wakes up hours before daylight for 60 days straight, hygiene habits tend to get triaged, and shaving gets pushed to the back of the line. At one point in time, he wouldn't even trim it, but thankfully I've talked him out of that nonsense. So tomorrow I get to see my boyfriend's clean-shaven boyish cheeks and I, for one, am thrilled!

Looks like a new man!

I think this was an excellent season. While there aren't a lot of ducks in Arkansas right now, the earlier hunts of the season were fantastic, and I got some major crafting done. From the seashell mirror to the lamp makeover, I have made my free-time worthwhile. I squeezed in one more project before the end of the season.

I've had these ugly but very useful storage bins since living in a dorm in college. They're perfect for t-shirts or craft supplies and move easy. They have accompanied me to my home in Memphis and serve their purpose well, but they still scream "dorm room" and "unsophisticated young adult".  

                                             

While I'm not ready to purchase more furniture and part with these, I can handle purchasing fabric on sale at Hobby Lobby. I had a vague idea in mind to somehow construct a slip cover for my storage bins that would make them a little less tacky. I had no pattern or detailed plan, but I saw some fabric I liked and decided to go for it. I always dread the inevitable question from the fabric attendant while he or she is cutting it: "So what are you going to make with this?"  

"Umm, ugh, you know those plastic storage bin things you see at Walmart..."

You can guess that she was rolling her eyes by the end of the explanation of my plan. I laughed it off with a "this may be a trial-and-error thing." With a knowing smile, she replied, "I call those character-building activities."  

Threading the bobbin

                                        

And I did build character. I underestimated how much fabric I needed, and I sewed one portion upside-down. It took a Sunday afternoon and rogue ice storm to complete it, but all in all I think it turned out alright. The front panel of fabric is Velcroed to the sides so I can easily lift it up for access to my t-shirts and craft supplies.

                                           

After my storage bins got a make-over, I needed to start creating some storage space in my freezer again. The duck gumbo cleaned out most of my duck, but I still had some venison inner tenderloin. I hit up one of my favorite blogs to see what fun things I could do with this prime cut of meat. Venison stir fry caught my eye.  

                                        

This recipe was fast, easy, didn't require many ingredients, and definitely went down in the books as a "keeper". The meat was very tender and the flavors were fabulous. It was perfect and I honestly recommend giving it a try.

Holt was my kitchen helper during this adventure. So no, those
are not my enormous, man-ish hands.

Heat 1 1/2 cups of cooking oil in a wok or large, heavy-bottom pan. I debated whether I should go out and buy a wok or use a pan that I already had. Holt talked me into getting the wok, but I was a little nervous about cooking with it because I worried it wouldn't distribute heat evenly. I thought this would be another character-building activity and we might end up ruining the meat, but we didn't. Looks like my New Year's resolution luck is turning around!

Cook 1/3 of sliced, marinated venison in the oil for 30 seconds to a minute. Don't over cook! Fish out the pieces with a slotted spoon and set aside. Cook the rest of the venison in batches.

Pour out all but 3 tablespoons of the oil. Heat the remaining oil over high heat until it begins to smoke.  Add 4 sliced red chiles and 1 sliced bell pepper and stir fry for 90 seconds.

Add 3 cloves of silvered garlic, and cook another 30 seconds. Add the venison and stir fry 90 seconds.

Add 1 bunch of cilantro, chopped, and 1 tablespoon soy sauce and stir fry a final 30 seconds, just until the cilantro wilts. Turn off the heat and stir in 2 teaspoons sesame oil. Serve over steamed rice.

                                     

Sharpen your razors and lather up.  Tomorrow's going to be a great day to build some character!

Hank Shaw's Venison Stir Fry
Serves 4
Prep Time: 20 minutes
Cook Time: 5 minutes

Marinade
2 T dry sherry
1/2 t salt
3T soy sauce
1 T cornstarch mixed with 2 T water

Stir Fry
1 lb venison, trimmed of all fat and sinew
1 1/2 cups peanut or other cooking oil
1 to 4 fresh red chiles (I used 4)
1 red or yellow bell pepper, sliced
3 garlic cloves, slivered
1 bunch cilantro, washed and roughly chopped
1 T soy sauce
2 t sesame oil

Directions

1. Slice the venison into thin slivers of about 1/4 inch and anywhere from 1 to 3 inches long.  
2. Mix with the marinade and set aside while you prep all the other ingredients.
3. Heat the oil in the wok or a large, heavy pot until it reacher 275 to 290 F.
4. Add 1/3 of the venison into the hot oil, and use a butter knife to separate the meat when it hits the oil. Sizzle for 30 seconds to 1 minute.
5. Remove venison with a slotted spoon.  Set aside and cook the remaining venison one third at a time.
6. Pour out all but about 3 tablespoons of the oil.  Save the oil for the next time you cook Chinese food.
7. Get the remaining oil hot over high heat.  When it starts to smoke, add the chiles and bell peppers and stir-fry for 90 seconds.
8. Add the garlic and cook another 30 seconds. 
9. Add the venison and stir fry 90 seconds.
10. Add the cilantro and soy sauce and stir fry a final 30 seconds, just until the cilantro wilts.
11. Turn off the heat and stir in the sesame oil.
12. Serve with steamed rice.

The pursuit of happiness...up a mountain

With such a successful resolution last year, I needed to pursue another this year.  I saw an inspiring quote on Pinterest.  It didn't seem all that inspiring at the time and I didn't bother pinning it, but it stuck with me for a few days.  Naturally, I can't remember the exact words, nor can I find it, but the gist was life is too short not to be happy.  It sounds pretty generic and obvious but I was thinking about all the time I spend frustrated, stressed, worrying, or just blah.  It's totally and completely in my power to be happy all of that time.  

On my journey of choosing happiness, I am trying new things.  I'm being a "yes!" person.  Mom and I recently returned from visiting my brother in Colorado.  While snow skiing isn't exactly new to me, I put myself out there and I learned something new...

But not this.
This is the equivalent of my brother's talent on a snowboard

Cool, right?  Well that's not me.  That's about the skill level my brother is at.  So in the name of trying new things, when he asked me to ski some with him, I said "heck yeah"!  The little nugget of knowledge I learned was not to blindly follow my brother up a mountain...

This isn't me, either.  This is Madonna, poor gal.  Luckily my
brother didn't snap any photographic evidence of my little mishap.

Even though I was shaking in my ski boots and it took me about 24 times as long to get down as it should have, I'm better for it now.  At least that's what my brother said, but I think he may have been nursing his own conscience.  On the ride home I literally laughed so hard I cried trying to explain to my mom what happened.  My brother joked about how he thought he was going to have to call ski patrol.  After waiting for me at the bottom of a particularly steep slope, he took off his snowboard to walk back up the mountain to find me.  It had been so long since he'd seen me, he was convinced I had fallen and broken something.  He came trudging up the hill and spotted me standing by the trees alone, just hanging out.  The fear was so bad I had to psyche myself up every once in awhile to keep going.  But I made it down the mountain with only a wounded pride.

Just happy to be alive...

Since my adventures in trying new things have been so successful thus far... I decided to try something new in the kitchen.  Guess what?  It kinda sucked.  Now that I think about it, my resolutions for 2013 aren't off to a great start.  Anyway, I attempted to make homemade tortillas because I've seen blogs and recipes that make them look so delicious and worth the effort.  Ummm...they're not.  A more experienced cook or blogger may tell you otherwise, but I won't lie, mine weren't very good or pretty.

I don't have a rolling pin, so I used this big bottle of beer one of
my roommates had.  Looking back, this is probably the first red flag.

This is the recipe I used.  I'm sure it's a great recipe.  It just didn't really work out for me. My first three were  total duds because I blew it trying to place them on the hot skillet.  They wrinkled and folded up on one another.  

On the fourth, I finally mastered the technique for placing them in the skillet.  Unfortunately they were too thick, broke easily, and became stale quickly.  I did eat one in the fashion it was meant for that evening.  The rest I dunked in soup for several days.  

The one homemade tortilla that was eaten the way it was designed to be.
For the record: not worth it

While I can't try new things without a failure once in awhile, I have to say I was hoping for a better track record than 0-2 half way through January.  But being happy is a lot about being positive.  The happiest people I've ever met weren't brilliant skiers or chefs.  The women stayed home and swept their dirt floors, the men sold food at the market, and the children carried water.  The happiest people I've ever met were positive despite their circumstances.

School children in Buloba, Uganda

                                     

So be happy, be healthy, and don't eat the leftover tortillas in the kitchen...                                                  .