I started cooking from watching my mom. My mother was a really, really great cook.
This dish ain't just called Karate Meat because it's got an Asian kick to it. It's called Karate Meat because it will beat you up like a pigeon in prison.
Seriously, if someone don't like this appetizer, you gotta grab they scruffy ass by the back of their neck and throw them out on the lawn. I can't help people like that.
Hell, when I was growing up, I could make a meal out of a package of Top Ramen and a bottle of Windex.