: An easy stir fry dinner with a sauce that is flavorful and packed with your favorite Asian flavors. Recipe serves 3- 4.
- 1/2 package of Udon Noodles
- 1 TB. toasted sesame oil
- 3/4 lb. fresh ground pork or chicken
- 1/2 cup red onion slices
- 1/2 cup matchstick carrots
- 3 garlic cloves, minced
- 1 TB. soy sauce
- 2 TB. hoisin sauce
- 1 TB. sherry
- 1 TB. rice vinegar
- 1-1/2 TB. Asian Sweet Chili Sauce
- 1 tsp. brown sugar
- 1-1/2 cups water mixed
- 1 heaping teaspoon cornstarch
- 1 cup broccoli florets
- Optional red pepper flakes or Sriracha Sauce
- Garnish salted cashews or peanuts
- In a wok or a large skillet pan heat oil and add ground pork. Brown meat about 8 minutes with carrots, onions, and garlic. Crumble meat using a pastry cutter.
- Wipe pan free of grease.
- In a glass measuring cup add water and cornstarch, mix well. Add soy sauce, hoisin sauce, sherry, rice vinegar, chili sauce and sugar, whisk to blend.
- Add to pork mixture and cook on low until thickened. Taste test to adjust flavorings.
- Add in broccoli florets and stir fry.
- Optional for more heat- dash red pepper flakes or Sriracha.
- Cook noodles according to package directions.
- Serve Stir Fry Pork over drained noodles.
- Garnish with peanuts.
Joseph Bruchac or Green Corn Moon (born October 16, 1942) is a storyteller and Native writer of books relating to the Indigenous peoples of the Americas with a particular focus on northeastern Native American and Anglo-American lives and folklore. He has published poetry, novels, and short stories with more than 120 books and numerous awards to his credit. He began publishing in 1971 and has collaborated on eight books with his son Jim. In 1999, he received the Lifetime Achievement Award from the Native Writers"Circle of the Americas.
This is one of my favorite poems.
In The Moon of Falling Leaves
by Joseph Bruchac
that time when summer's harvest
falls from every maple tree,
painting the forest trails
golden as sunlight
and crimson as Great Bear's blood.
Each October brings back the scent
of fires burning on the hills,
the first etchings of frost
on my bedroom windows,
the departing wings
of a thousand geese
cutting the clear cold sky.
There is no time closer to my heart,
than this season of changes
when the balance tips between
darkness and light,
when the last flowers
nod in our garden,
when so many things
are about to end,
so many about to begin.