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The PCS rumors are starting again. The official orders will come in a few months. We could move. We could stay. The waiting is the worst part. Three years here and I have learned to not put down deep roots in any military town. Nineteen-year-old me would not have believed how good I have gotten at packing.
I went for a walk Sunday morning before the kids got up. Half an hour. The fog was burning off. I needed it. Some weeks I get the walk in. Some weeks I don't. The week tells me which.
Dad called. He has been gardening. He is sending zucchini updates again. The PTSD is managed. He talks more than he used to. He is becoming his own version of healed, which I did not think was possible at fourteen.
My therapy session was Tuesday. We talked about the deployment cycle and the way the body holds dread and the ways the body holds it. The hour passed. The work continues. I have been doing this work for years. The work pays.
Donna sent a recipe card in the mail this week. She has been doing this for years. The recipes go in the binder. The binder is full. The newest one is for a green bean casserole that uses fresh green beans and fried shallots and which I will absolutely make for the next holiday.
I read the blog comments at the kitchen table with my coffee. A young spouse in Lejeune emailed me about deployment cooking. I wrote her back at length. I told her about the freezer. I told her about Donna. I told her she would survive. I sent her three of Donna's recipes.
Ryan's friends came over Friday for a beer. I made wings and chips. They demolished both. Standard Marine appetite — they eat like they are still on rations. The kitchen looked like a battlefield by the end. They cleaned up. Marines clean up. Donna would have been impressed.
I went to the commissary Saturday morning. Got the grocery haul under sixty bucks for the week, which is a small victory. The cashier knows me. We talked about her grandkids while she scanned the chicken thighs and the family-size box of pasta. Small-town energy on a Marine base in California.
The Friday before-school morning was chaos. Three kids, two backpacks, one missing shoe. We all made it to the bus. I drank cold coffee at nine AM because that's when I sat down. Standard.
Caleb watched the firefighters at a school visit Wednesday and came home buzzing. He is going to be one. I have known this since he was four. Some kids tell you who they are early.
Ryan came home tired Wednesday. He showered, ate, sat on the couch, was asleep by eight. Standard for a Marine who has been up since four-thirty for PT and stayed late for a brief. The schedule is the schedule. The body adapts because it has to.
Hazel and I had a hard moment Tuesday at homework time. She is in a season of testing limits. We worked through it. We always do. She is mine.
The military spouses' Facebook group had a small drama this week. Two women fighting over the playgroup schedule. I muted notifications and cooked dinner. Some weeks the group is the lifeline. Some weeks it is the source of unnecessary stress. The skill is knowing which week you're in.
Caleb's school had a fundraiser this week. I baked cookies because I always bake cookies. The cookies were the standard chocolate chip. They sold out in twenty minutes. I am the cookie mom of this PTO and I have stopped fighting it.
Getting the commissary haul under sixty dollars this week felt like winning something, and I wanted dinner to honor that small victory — something that tasted like effort without demanding it. This Sweet ’n’ Sour Sausage Stir-Fry is exactly the kind of recipe that earns a permanent page in Donna’s binder: inexpensive, fast, and the kind of thing that disappears off the plate the way those wings disappeared Friday night. Ryan ate two helpings before he even sat down fully.
Sweet ’n’ Sour Sausage Stir-Fry
Prep Time: 10 minutes | Cook Time: 20 minutes | Total Time: 30 minutes | Servings: 4
Ingredients
- 1 lb smoked sausage or kielbasa, sliced into 1/2-inch rounds
- 1 can (20 oz) pineapple chunks in juice, drained (reserve 1/3 cup juice)
- 1 large green bell pepper, cut into 1-inch pieces
- 1 medium yellow onion, cut into thin wedges
- 1/3 cup packed light brown sugar
- 3 tablespoons cornstarch
- 1/3 cup cider vinegar
- 1/3 cup ketchup
- 1 tablespoon soy sauce
- 1 tablespoon vegetable oil
- 2 cups cooked white rice, for serving
Instructions
- Make the sauce. In a small bowl, whisk together the reserved pineapple juice, brown sugar, cornstarch, cider vinegar, ketchup, and soy sauce until smooth. Set aside.
- Brown the sausage. Heat oil in a large skillet or wok over medium-high heat. Add the sausage slices in a single layer and cook for 3–4 minutes, turning once, until edges are nicely browned. Transfer to a plate.
- Cook the vegetables. In the same skillet, add the bell pepper and onion wedges. Stir-fry over medium-high heat for 4–5 minutes until tender-crisp and lightly charred at the edges.
- Combine and simmer. Return the sausage to the skillet. Pour the sauce over everything and stir to coat. Cook for 2–3 minutes, stirring frequently, until the sauce thickens and becomes glossy.
- Add the pineapple. Fold in the pineapple chunks and heat through for 1–2 minutes. Taste and adjust seasoning if needed.
- Serve. Spoon over hot cooked white rice and serve immediately.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 430 | Protein: 14g | Fat: 20g | Carbs: 51g | Fiber: 2g | Sodium: 990mg