It's the BIG game day this Sunday - the Super Bowl. It's that day when many people get together to eat great "football" food, anticipate some unbelievably clever advertising campaigns, catch up on the latest, and watch some football in between all of that. Well, that's been my experience anyway! My team, sadly, isn't involved this year so my interest is going to be mostly fixed on the food and the commercials. And the halftime show. Which will be in my kitchen making these green beans! And this should be your game plan as well! Halftime shows are notoriously bad. Not all of them, mind you. But the sound is usually off, the choreography either ahead or behind the beat. If it's an artist you really like, you're usually not happy with the smidgeon of time you get to see them as there are so many things going on on that field that the camera has to be too many "other" places than on them. I find I get frustrated, wanting to grab the camera through the screen and do it myself. Nope. The halftime show should be wherever you're watching. You turn on this song, grab your wok, and do your own kitchen dance. It works. I know because my daughter figured out the choreography for me last night. She used the entire space, including the fridge and sink area. It was intriguing. Trust me. These green beans are done in a flash! And they're beautifully crisp tender and, at least for me, they're finger food!
I discovered the Mustard Seed Asian Cafe in Spokane, Washington on one of my first trips to visit the city. It's located in the Northtown Mall on Division Street. I'm always on Division Street when I go to Spokane. It's miles and miles of great shopping. And this particular time I ended up being exhausted and ready to eat at this point along the way. A quick look at the menu and peek inside the door told me that this place had possibilities.
Possibilities?! Wow. Have you ever cried because something you were eating was so good? Outside of a Chocolate Chip Cookie, I mean. The first time there I didn't order an appetizer. I ordered the Shrimp Osaka and, seriously, wanted to cry. I have yet to figure that sauce out but have no problem driving two hours to Spokane to "work on it."