In a large, heavy skillet, add oil and salt, and heat. Add cooked beef strips back to the skillet, and simmer 3 minutes while stirring. Stir in beef broth mixture, and simmer 3 minutes. oil, broccoli, pepper, and red chile, and stir 3 minutes. In another bowl, whisk beef stock, soy, ginger, garlic, and chile flakes with cornstarch and set aside. In a bowl, combine beef strips with 1 Tbsp. Stir fry for 4 minutes or until chicken is done and hot.Ĭut beef into thin strips. Return chicken to wok and add soy and cashew nuts. Add garlic, mushrooms, red bell pepper, and stir for 2 minutes. Add ginger and chicken, and cook for 5 minutes until it begins to brown. Marinate chicken in soy sauce, sugar, and salt for 45 minutes. So remember going forward, God blesses us with what we need – the best.Īnd that’s the real deal – a premium icing on our cake. Recently, I visited Gail – and was the blessed recipient of one of her 6-flavor pound cakes – for my birthday. She keeps a full freezer of homemade cakes packed in plastic carry cases to give as gifts. When I consider generosity, I’m reminded of a friend, Gail Frye, who continues to share her culinary talent so generously. “And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work.” Corinthians 9:9 (NIV) Paul clarifies that God gave us talents and resources to share with others. We’ve been given what we need to be able to serve others. We walk through the door even though God has revealed – it’s not His desire for us or what we need. Isn’t it true we spend much time desiring what we want when God has made it abundantly clear – it’s not His will or way? Yet, we continue to push until we have it our way – and the door will open when we push hard enough. There are a few takeaways from my birthday memory – like things we yearn for but never receive. I love Mamma for her cosmopolitan attitude – she modeled acceptance we all should have for different people groups. As if I needed more reasons, I love Mamma for her “worldly” sophistication that helped broaden my horizons – giving me my first taste of and exposure to greater cultural diversity. Today I love Chinese and other ethnic fares – as well as my birthday story. The night was everything I loved – the birthday party I always wanted. With candles flickering, family stretched out on lounge chairs, and an outdoor spread of favorite summertime foods, including Mamma’s carved watermelon bowl filled with mixed fruits – I was mesmerized. I still remember Dean Martin’s hit single, “Volare,” blaring from an outdoor patio speaker. Nice – right?īut oh, how I longed for the birthday party my sister, Suzanne, always had – during summer, outside at night under a starry sky with extended family present. Black-vested servers lit the candles and carried the cake out on a silver tray – returning to the kitchen to plate and serve with ice cream. Mamma carried the boxed dessert with her. The French vanilla flavor abundantly piped with delicate, colorful flowers made from fresh buttercream – the real deal – inspired the cake lover in me. Birthday cakes always came from Nashville’s famous bakery – Beckers – to whom I pay homage for my love of the layered confections. Built in 1962, The Dynasty was an upscale, fine dining, full-service, white tablecloth kind of place – located on the first floor of the elegant, high-rise Continental Apartments in an exclusive West End neighborhood.īut the botched birthday dinner was salvaged when my great love – cake – made an appearance. There weren’t ethnic fast food joints on every street corner the way there are now. In the early ’70s, Nashville had few, if more than one, Chinese restaurants. But that’s where we’d end up – at her favorite place. To say I was remotely fond of Chinese cuisine would be a gross overstatement. Mamma seemed surprised, and replied, “Don’t you want to go to The Dynasty?” I’d always answer her the same way – with an emphatic negative. I can’t remember the place I chose because we never went there. Growing up, when my birthday rolled around in early November – Mamma would ask where I wanted to go out to eat.
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