Hey, it’s a video! I visited my friend Debi J. at her house and we decided to make our friends a curry feast.
We cooked. We filmed. We cried (well, Debi did) and we had one too many Stella Artois ciders. Enjoy.
Curried Chicken and Cashews
adapted from Cooking Light
For the sauce:
2/3 cup fat-free, less-sodium chicken broth
6 tablespoons water
3 tablespoons fish sauce
2 teaspoons sugar
2 teaspoons rice vinegar
For the rest:
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They don’t know the secret.
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