This Three Cup Chinese Chicken is the dish that my mother and I cooked together. It is also called Sanbeji and it was given the name three cup chicken as there are three types of condiments used in it: soy sauce, sesame oil and Chinese rice wine which all combine to create a delicious sauce that just begs to be mopped up with rice. I cook with free range chicken and I think the tender chicken piqued my father's interest in free range poultry as he marvelled at its tenderness (although it probably had as much to do with the bicarb tenderising the meat rather than the free range status).
The Thai basil adds a lovely slight licoriceness to the end flavour but those licorice phobic needn't worry, it's just the slightest bit and you could always add less than the half bunch specified. But make sure you have plenty of rice. The leftover sauce can also be used to flavour soup stocks which is a tip from my mother. And having been the recipient of her soup noodles, I will say that the sauce adds a a wonderful depth to a clear soup on a cold night!
Once a week Mr NQN and I go over to my parent's house for dinner. Much of the time my mother cooks but occasionally she and I will cook together and she shows me how to make dishes that we grew up eating and the results end up on the blog. Going back to the house I grew up in is always fun in a nostalgic way. Gone are the Duran Duran posters that used to plaster my walls and ceiling but there are still fun things to show Mr NQN including pictures of me growing up and various phases that I went through with fashion.
As a child of the 80s and 90s I have a much more embarrassing photo album than most. As someone with poker straight hair, the typical hair of the 80s teenager was of course volumes aplenty of curly hair and if you weren't blessed with it naturally, it came via the frying of the locks with a spiral perm.
One evening, after we had come back from my parent's house I found myself tagged in facebook by an old high school friend who lives overseas. It was in a photo from high school. Are you ready for it? I will warn that it simply screams 80s (see my sweater and pink pants). There I am looking quite unlike me now on the bottom right of the picture.
My first reaction when I was tagged was that it wasn't me in the photo. You see I had initially seen it as a thumbnail version and all I looked for was my hair. It wasn't there. Where was the enormous hair? I didn't recognise myself! I laughed so hard when I saw it.
So tell me Dear Reader, which decade did you grow up in?