Udon Noodle Salad With Spicy, Peanut Lime Dressing

There are some things you learn about your partner, only when traveling together. For instance, what each other likes to pack for a weekend away.

“Why are there bicycle shorts in here?”

“Why are you snooping in my luggage?” I asked.

“I needed toothpaste.”

“Here,” I said, as I pulled out a tube.

Roo took the toothpaste from my hand, “I still don’t understand why you need bicycle shorts for a wedding.”

“Ok!” I said, turning my back to Roo and shoving the shorts further down the bag, “Ok, you got me….I wear them under my dress.”

“Why?”

“Because Roo, some girls’ thighs rub together and god forbid it’s 100 out and you have sweaty thighs rubbing together. It’s the worst.”

“Oh. Isn’t it supposed to be 97 this weekend?”

I know.

Sometimes you discover that your partner cannot be trusted to drink any fluids while traveling. At all.

“I need to pee.”

“We just stopped ten minutes ago. There is no way you have to go right now.”

“It was the iced coffee.”

“That you drank two hours ago?”

“Yes.”

“Lys, we can’t stop. We have five more hours of driving. If we keep stopping every ten minutes we’ll never get there.”

I crossed my legs, “I read there’s a service area in ten miles.”

“We are not stopping.”

“This is ridiculous!” I said, uncrossing and recrossing my legs again.

“Are you really saying that by not stopping at a rest area, because we just stopped at one ten minutes ago, is ridiculous?”

“I really need to pee.”

And sometimes, you learn that your partner does not have the same opinion as for what counts as snacks for a road trip.

“So what did you bring for food?”

“I packed a super yummy udon noodle salad.”

“Wait, what?”

“Don’t worry. I packed real forks.”

“How am I supposed to eat that? While driving.

“I see you drive with one hand all the time!” I replied, taking the tupperware container out of the cooler.

“It’s a noodle salad. A salad you once described as super slurpy.”

“That’s what makes it so good!”

“Lys, how am I supposed to eat a super slurpy noodle salad while driving?”

I stopped shaking the ziploc bag filled with dressing and looked at Roo, “More for me I guess.”

“Why do I feel like this was your plan all along?”

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Vegetable Stir Fry with Quinoa

I’m a lazy friend. Not horrible, just lazy.

I keep secrets. I give the best hostess gifts. And I can make you laugh.

Getting me to actually show up at your house?

Terrible. As in 99% unlikely. Which is why Roo was surprised to hear where I was going on Friday.

“You’re actually driving to Gardner. Gardner, Massachusetts?”

“Yes. Past Framingham, near Leominster.”

“But it’s Friday,” Roo said, sitting down on the couch and putting up his feet, “We get tired on Fridays.” *

I shot Roo a look as I felt for my keys in my purse, “Of course we get tired on Fridays! But I still need to go. I haven’t seen AA in over a year.”

“You can’t reschedule?”

“You are the worst!” I said, throwing a pillow at Roo. “Besides, JL is going to be there and I haven’t seen her in ages either.”

AA and JL are dear friends. And powerhouses.

They are the women seen tearing through a Warrior Dash, just because they got up early that morning and thought, “You know what would go well with this cup of coffee? Mud.”


Photos from JL

I am not built like them.


Photo from AA

I’m deathly afraid of heights, whine when I get a blister on my toe, and despite my love of power yoga, I hate sweating.

But the three of us love to laugh, drink wine and share the most humiliating stories. It’s what we do.

I love it.

Conversation ranged from “how girls don’t fart,” followed by “then I woke myself up by farting. On my boyfriend.” to “do they not see me? why am I always sat on? I’m a person!” that night. I haven’t laughed that hard in a while. And on my drive home I was inspired.

AA recently became a home owner and JL has two children. They both train for whatever endurance event is coming up while living very busy lives.

When they get home they need a quick, easy meal that can refuel them while satisfying the taste buds of little ones and in AA’s case, her big guy.

Stir fry was the first thing that came to mind. It’s a one pot meal (especially if you have leftover cooked quinoa) and can be thrown together less than 30 minutes.

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Lemon Ginger Soba Noodles with Spicy Pan Fried Tofu

My mother is a post-partum nurse.  When I was a kid, having a mom as a nurse was pretty nice in that she always took care of my “boo boos” and I grew accustomed to a never-ending supply of pharmacy-type items (bandaids, alcohol wipes, ibuprofen, etc) in our hallway closet.  My mother always shopped in fear that if there was ever a pain or ache she would not have the remedy for it.

There are hazards that come with her job though.  Hazards for a now thirty year old me.

My mother basically works with mothers and their babies.  All the time.  It’s not just a little reminder that she doesn’t have grandchildren yet, but a giant, hey, let’s rub it in your face for an eight hour shift Monday through Friday, and then maybe sometimes on weekends.

At first I didn’t put any weight in the way my mom commented about how cute other people’s infants were at random places like the mall, because she has always loved babies.  It was when I was approaching my 29th birthday that I realized she was actually starting to panic that she may never have grandchildren.

“Maybe you should get your eggs frozen.”

“WHAT?!  Ma I’m 28!”

“You’re turning 29 next month.”

“And what, next comes 30 and then I’m barren?”

“Well, maybe you should get your eggs frozen.”

I didn’t get my eggs frozen.

Soon after our conversation I started receiving random gifts from my mother that my friends were convinced were symbols for my “barren uterus.”

Like a tea strainer and a drain strainer.

Both, my friends said (in case you can’t connect the dots), seemed all too similar to the shape of a uterus.

I still haven’t frozen my eggs.

However, I did call my mother recently to catch up, and knowing that if we talked about food, it would be a good distraction to the whole “grandbaby debacle.”

I was happy that we were able to talk about dishes she used to make when I was younger.  Recipes that reminded me of home, when I lived there, wasn’t thirty and didn’t have the pressures of having a basketball sized belly from my mother (and Facebook).

While I can never promise my mother grandchildren, I can pay her a little honor by remaking her lemon and ginger soba noodles with pan fried spicy tofu.  While she didn’t give me specific measurements (my mother and Rachael Ray are kindred spirits, they never measure a thing while they cook), I used what she told me she threw in, and just added and tasted until it was “just right.”  I encourage you to do the same, as my love for bright lemon and spicy ginger may not be the same as your taste.

I realize that the soba noodles are served cold, but the lovely acid tones of the dish go so well with the spicy tofu on such a dreary, November day.  Even Roo, who has been adamant about hating tofu, slurped up the noodles with the red pepper flake and sesame oil infused fried bean curd.  I hope that you will give it a chance as well.

Recipe is from Mom

Serves 2 to 3

Ingredients

For the Noodles

Quarter cup of mild tasting olive oil, or a canola or vegetable oil will do

1 teaspoon sesame oil

1 teaspoon of mirin

2 teaspoons of sugar

Half teaspoon of fine sea salt

3 tablespoons of rice wine vinegar

Zest of one lemon

1 tablespoon freshly grated ginger (I used the my coarse microplane grater)

One bundle of dried soba noodles, when held together, about the diameter of a quarter

A large pinch of salt (for cooking the soba noodles)

For the tofu

2 teaspoons of sesame oil

2 tablespoons of soy sauce

1 teaspoons of red pepper flake

1 teaspoons of sugar

One green onion, diced

One fourteen ounce (if you have a larger size container, that’s also ok, it’ll work!) container of tofu

1 tablespoon of mild tasting olive oil, or a canola or vegetable oil will do (for frying the tofu)

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Equipment

A large pot

Two small sized mixing bowls

A whisk

A set of tongs or chopsticks (I love cooking with chopsticks)…a fork will also suffice

A large saute pan

A colander

A plate lined with one or two paper towels

A plate to serve with

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Fill your large pot three quarters of the way with water.  Place over a burner on high heat.  Make the sauce for the soba while you wait for the water to boil.

In a small sized mixing bowl, add the olive oil, sesame oil, mirin, sugar, fine sea salt, rice wine vinegar, lemon zest and grated ginger.  Whisk the ingredients together till well combined.  Taste.  I like this sauce full of punch from the lemon and ginger.  Too tart?  Add more sugar.  Too acidic?  Add a bit more olive oil.  Make this sauce yours.  Set aside.

In another small sized mixing bowl add the sesame oil, soy sauce, red pepper flake, sugar and green onion.  Whisk the ingredients till well combined.  Set aside.

By now hopefully the water has come to a boil.  Add the soba noodles and cook.  When done (I like them to have the same consistency as pasta), drain and rinse the noodles in cold water until the noodles are cold.  Drain again and set aside.

Pour the olive oil into a large saute pan and place on a burner over medium heat.  While the oil is warming, remove the tofu from its container and rinse under cold water.  Pat the tofu dry with paper towels. Cut the tofu into about quarter inch pieces.  For instance, cut the tofu in half, down the long ways.  Then, cut one of the halves again in half, down the short way.  Then cut that half into four pieces.  Repeat with the other half (and quarter) of tofu.  I got 16 slices.  If you get more or less, it’s ok!

By now the oil should be shimmering.  With a new paper towel, pat the individual slices of tofu dry before placing into the pan.  Lay out as many pieces of tofu into the pan, without touching.  If they touch, they will stick together in the cooking process.  (Thankfully I am able to lay out all 16 slices in my mega pan.)

Cook the tofu on low heat for about five minutes, until the side facing the pan gets golden brown.

While the tofu is cooking, take your soba noodles and put them on your serving plate.  Pour the half the soba sauce over the noodles.  Toss the noodles with your tongs.  Taste.  Does it need more?  Add more sauce.  Set aside.

Hopefully by now the tofu is golden brown on the side facing down on the pan.  Flip all pieces of tofu over with tongs, a fork, chopsticks, whatever.  Cook the tofu for about another five minutes.

When the tofu is golden brown on both sides, plate it and pour the sauce over the tofu.

Serve with the soba noodles immediately.