CATEGORY	CUISINE	TAG	YIELD
Vegetables, Grains	Chinese	Side dish, Vegetables	6	Servings

INGREDIENTS

1/4	c	Oil, vegetable
2	c	Chinese cabbage; coarsely shredded
1	c	Green pepper; sliced
16	oz	Bean sprouts; drained
8	oz	Bamboo shoots; drained
8	oz	Water chestnuts; drained and sliced
3	c	Spinach; coarsely chopped
2	tb	Soy sauce
1/2	ts	Salt

INSTRUCTIONS

Heat wok or skillet at 375 degrees for 2 to 3 minutes; add oil, and heat 1
minute.  Add cabbage, green pepper, bean sprouts, bamboo shoots, and water
chestnuts; stir-fry 5 minutes.  Cover and cook over low heat for 3 to 5
minutes.  Stir in spinach, soy sauce, and salt; stir-fry bout 2 minutes or
until spinach wilts.

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