BBQ Stir Fry, It's Not for Everyone, But Hopefully Someone

Peggy is in France, emergency trip for a friend's funeral.  We were going to go to France sometime this summer, but when things like this happen you go and you don't care what it costs, unless you are me and it makes no sense to pay $2,500 for a ticket.  

Peggy is gone and I have lost my will to cook for others.  I have no one else to please, and I cook to please her.  So cooking in a vacuum, the man who wants to bring the world Macaroni and Chocolate and Twinkie Bread experimented with BBQ stir fry.

Why not.  I love stir fry, I love BBQ why can't they live together.

Peggy is lucky to be in France.

I liked it, and I bet I could find at least two other Bad Eaters in America who would like it as well.  But as I ate it, the one honest bone in my body told me that I would starve if I tried to launch this idea.

I made a kick ass BBQ sauce. On a whim I used Stubb's Spicy BBQ sauce.  It was a dollar off and his slogan says "his life is in this bottle".  Not bad sauce.  I added 57 sauce, honey (lots of it), garlic and half of a pineapple through the juicer.  The sauce might have been then best I ever made.

For the stir fry I used a red pepper, a green pepper, green beans, a can of corn and an Anaheim pepper.  And I made some rice.

The meat was organic chicken thighs basted in this sauce.  I combined some sauce and more garlic in the stir fry.  When the veggies, the chicken and rice were done (and me too, I was on beer #3) I put them all together and expected to change the world.

I discovered that I liked it, maybe Mikey would like it, and perhaps some fat guy in a bathtub with the blues, but honestly.......this idea is going no where fast.  As an old hot headed little league coach who was a worthy adversary would say..."this stinks on ice".  Thanks Oly, I needed that.

But as I cooked and got my groove on the Ipod was kicking ass as well and played on of the greatest sets EVER, which included (as I was sitting down to eat) Steve Earle singing "Over Yonder" live.

But I am keeping the sauce, maybe ribs tomorrow!

Over Yonder (Jonathan's Song) by Steve Earle,

 come'on spend 99 cents and buy it on I-tunes.  BBQ stir fry won't change your life, but this song might.

The warden said he'd mail my letter
The chaplain's waitin' by the door
Tonight we'll cross the yard together
Then they can't hurt me anymore.

I am going over yonder
Where no ghost can follow me
There's another place beyond here
Where I'll be free I believe.

Give my radio to Johnson
Thibodeaux can have my fan
Send my Bible home to Mama
Call her every now and then.

I suppose I got it comin'
I can't ever pay enough
All my rippin' and a runnin'
I hurt everyone I loved.

The world'll turn around without me
The sun'll come up in the east
Shinin' down on all of them that hate me
I hope my goin' brings 'em peace.