Rotten Onions Through Rosé Colored Glasses

Disclaimer: I’m writing this with a glass of wine, pretending I have a Carrie Bradshaw-esque voiceover repeating every word I type… I’m not that cool.

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**Disclaimer two: Just because I post this in the morning, doesn’t mean I’m drinking at 9am on Monday. I wrote this a few days ago**

This post may be a little different from my upbeat island adventures and kitchen successes, but it’s something I’ve been wanting to share for a bit. It actually bubbled to a head recently when chatting up an old friend who shared the Puerto Rico struggle with me.

Let’s start this with a lesson kids; let’s call it, “The Story of the Puerto Rican Onion.” Do you like onions? I do, I love them. I toss them in pretty much everything that goes into the oven for some extra flava-flave. Then usually pick the crispy bits off the pan and eat them when we’re doing dishes. Well, there was a time, long ago, when I lived in Puerto Rico, that every time I bought what seemed to be a perfectly flawless, overpriced onion in Puerto Rico, I’d cut into it to find that the center was totally rotten. This went on for MONTHS! Every time I bought an onion this happened until I stopped buying them altogether.

I told this story jokingly recently among people who both lived and didn’t live in Puerto Rico, and said,  “It’s funny isn’t it? Everyone thought that island life was pretty, salty, sunny, and perfectly overpriced, but when you slice into it, it could be rotten on the inside. It’s like life in PR! A rotten onion isn’t the worst, but it can sure be gross

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The perfect anecdote for life in PR.

Here’s the thing. Life in PR was far from rotten. You know what is rotten, no matter where you live? Society telling you where you should be at a certain age, and me looking at my life, comparing myself to my friends and other people my age, and wondering, what the hell is going on?  Why can’t I just enjoy the damn ride? It was (and still is) so hard to enjoy the present, to enjoy island life, when I stayed up all night having panic attacks about being good enough. Whatever “good enough” is.

Comparing yourself to others is a dangerous thing. Someone will always be better than you. It’s hard not to compare your life to others; you try to gauge where you are in life by looking at your friends, your peers, other people your age, your family and what they’ve accomplished. So-and-so has 3 kids already, that one has the perfect house and everything that goes in it. Oh, and her? She’s got the perfect husband, and that one has the most amazing job and is killing it at life!  That friend? He just finished grad school and is traveling the world.stop-comparing-comic2.jpg

Ultimately the hardest thing about moving to Puerto Rico was giving up my career in publishing, for the slow paced life of not a whole lot. Trust me, at the time I COULD NOT WAIT to quit the deadline oriented world, and slip over to the other side of the fence where the grass was sure to be greener, and the onions, oniony-er.  The grass was pretty damn green, but at the same time super hard not to beat yourself up about being unemployed. However, I was (and still am) employed. I was able to find an opportunity I could do remotely from PR, that legit saved my sanity. Was it something I went to college for, and wrote middle school essays about what I would be when I grew up? Um. nope. But, it gave me purpose, and a reason to wake up every day, other than going to the beach alone again. (Tough life, I know, but being bored and lonely still sucks, even in paradise.)

Now that I’m back in Florida, I’ve come to terms that giving up my career in 2014, was basically career suicide. There’s no “hopping back in” at this point. I need to start from the bottom again. I’m almost 30, and that just seems, nope. I can’t, I’m too proud. I’m not an intern. But am I? Maybe now, now is the time to find a new career path.  There’s nothing wrong with that, but for a military spouse, it’s not that cut and dry. Although we should be here for a few more years, that time frame is never guaranteed. When looking for a new job, a new career, a new, purpose if you will, you have to take that into consideration. Ideally, you’d find a job you love that you can easily take with you next time you PCS outta dodge. Realistically? That’s not going to happen. So, as I peruse the job search sites, field calls from recruiters, and consider going back to school, I have to take all of these things into consideration. Is there room for growth? Is there room for enough growth to be fulfilling in the next few years? Is this a big company that I can transfer easily? Do they offer virtual positions? If I went back to school, could I finish before we PCS again? I wont bore you with what it’s like to job hunt, because everyone has been there at some point, and it’s exhausting, but I feel like not enough people think about what it’s like for the spouse of that ever-so-praised active duty military personnel. No. I do not think I deserve a metal like the men and women of the military, or even a damn cookie for that matter, but maybe just a little bit of credit for why I am where I am in life. Honestly, I’m the only one that can give myself that “credit” that I’m looking for, because this so-called “struggle” is really made up in my own head. Maybe that’s also an excuse on my end. But it’s a valid one in my opinion, and this is my blog and I’ll say what I want!

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So, for now, I’m peeling back the layers of that onion one at a time, until I peel off the one layer that’s a perfect fit. Taking the good with the bad and making the good even better. And in the meantime, booking some travel while I have the flexibly with my schedule. (See? Making the good even better!) Looking at where I am in life through some grateful colored glasses, that might also be the perfect pink color of Whispering Angel Rosé, and whispering_angel_bottle_and_glass_4.jpgrealizing that I can’t compare myself to anyone, but be proud of the people around me for what they’ve accomplished, and realize they may just be looking back at me thinking the same thing — pass the rosé.

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Hello, it’s me.

Hey guys. It’s me. Or as Adele would say, Hello.

I know it’s been a while, but when you don’t live on an island, life tends to move a little faster. Island time is a real thing y’all.

It’s been a hot seven months since our departure from island life and arrival to the mainland of coastal north Florida. And if we’re being honest, I can’t say I’ve been hating it. I also can’t say I’ve missed island life that much, until recently. We’re in the thick of February of 2017. Where the ef did 2016 go? Or 2015 for that matter? I’ve been stateside since July, and yes, Publix is still so, so beautiful. And OMG LUCKY’s F*&^NG MARKET!? A grocery store AND you can drink wine while you grocery shop?! I’m actually surprised that wasn’t a thing in PR, because you could legit drink anywhere. I mean, they sold sangria in juice box form! And it really would have taken an edge off the $18 squash problem. Did I ever mention how much I hated grocery shopping in Puerto Rico? Yea, I’m pretty sure my whole blog was dedicated to that….Okay, moving on from life behind a shopping cart.

I’m not certain what has clicked lately that has made me yearn for island life so much, but gosh, the pull back to the Caribbean is starting to hurt my soul a tad. I need to get back STAT. Something is legit tugging at my heart. We live on the beach in a tiny beach apartment here and we absolutely love it. Adjusting to the downsize from our penthouse in PR took a little time, but we’ve adjusted just fine. You know what took no time at all to adjust to? Affordable air-conditioning. I am not sweating 24/7 anymore, and our electricity bill is no longer equivalent to that of private school tuition every month. I find myself waking up early to walk down to the sand, sip my coffee and watch the sun come up (in a hoodie and sweats because we’re NOT in the Caribbean). Maybe it’s my island-side friends’ social media posts (by the way, going to go ahead and say sorry to everyone I made super jealous of my past life). Or the fact that it gets pretty damn cold in North Florida. Although, since I’m an honest human, I’m kind of into wearing cozy scarves and jackets now that I’ve finally purchased some.

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I’m not really sure what I’m here to write about. Maybe I just feel the need to write, catch y’all up on my life, and guess what, that’s kind of the point of a blog, isn’t it? I’ve been wanting to re-brand, re-vamp, re-something this blog now that my address has changed, but I just can’t seem to find what I want to share. I will say, the past few months have been so amazing. I’ve been welcomed to a new city, in a way I could never have imagined. The people that have surrounded my husband and me in our first few months here in Jax Beach have been unreal. The warmest, friendliest group ever and I could not be more thankful for that feeling of belonging. As I had mentioned, it wasn’t easy making friends living in a place where the English language wasn’t the first language. It wasn’t that Puerto Rican’s were not friendly, because trust me, they are some of the friendliest people around! But there is a bit of a disconnect that made me feel uncomfortable. And as cliché as this sounds, it wasn’t them—it was me. I got super uncomfortable with my lack of Puertoriqueno language skills and would nervously shut down, unless I was mojito fluent, which must have been a real treat to watch me stutter through the handful of words in my mind’s Spanish dictionary. I don’t miss that. I’m sure somewhere deep down, it made me a better person. Yada yada…But at the end of the day, I appreciate not having to think about my communication with others.

What else do I love about this town and our new life here? Bikes. Not motorcycles, but actual bicycles. We ride our rusty craigslist bikes everywhere we go here. It’s amazing, and hands down top 3 things I love about this town. The struggle of getting from point A to point B in PR seems like a distant memory. Bikes, and Uber and American paved roads are a glorious combination. Not to mention that map apps on your phone actually take you to your intended destination. You don’t really struggle with the whole “arrived” scenario when you’re in a questionable mountain town surrounded by wild horses when you were just trying to find Wal-Mart. “Arriving” is not an issue here. The things you take for granted, I swear.

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We recently visited some old friends we had made in PR, and hadn’t seen in a few years. They have also moved back stateside and were very eager to when the opportunity presented itself. When we got together, we couldn’t stop talking about life in PR. We all said we wished we could move back, and would in a heartbeat. But once the sun came up, and we decided maybe we should just visit. As much as nothing can be as blissful as a questionably delicious pincho and a freezing cold Medalla on the beach on a Sunday afternoon on some remote beach in PR, the convenience of America is pretty damn blissful too.

I suppose I’ll stop here in an effort to not bore y’all (yes, I say y’all now). But I hope to find a Jax Beach Life of a Coastie Wife niche that is interesting enough for people to actually read. Hope to start whipping out some of my new tiny kitchen’s favorites recipes too!

Until next time!

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B

Two Years in Puerto Rico—A Recap

In the Summer 2014, my then Fiancé and I packed up our crap, and moved to Puerto Rico.  There were jobs to quit and cars to sell. There were piles of “Keep” and piles of “Donate.” There were yard sales and panic attacks and google searches for things like “Crime in Puerto Rico,” and “The best place to live in Puerto Rico.” There were one-way flights to book and going away happy hours. It was exciting. But it was also terrifiying.

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This was my first “PCS” move with my now husband. The first, but definitely not the last. The first weeks were spent apartment hunting and living that unemployed hotel life. The husband went straight to work. It was weird, different, but I didn’t hate it. I wasn’t sure if I liked or loved it enough, but I knew I was okay and excited.

The first few months were definitely the longest. We argued about the dumbest stuff. We got lost—a lot. I was afraid to go anywhere after our first few attempts because we always got lost. We ended up up in mountains on a one-way road once just looking for Wal-Mart. I missed being able to call an impromptu girls night when my (then) Fiance was driving me crazy, or in the wrong direction (see what I did there? tehe). I felt like a total failure because I couldn’t find a job. I came from working 60+ hour weeks, making deadlines, networking events etc, to the screaming halt of nothing. I ran the beach alone every day. Exploring our new isle on foot. I was still unsure.

But guess what? Unsure went to “I like it here” to “I don’t want to leave.” It took a while.  As things do I guess, there were things to adjust to and roads to figure out. But once we figured it out, time started moving a lot faster. There was so much to explore and the dumb arguments faded away. Every weekend was a new adventure. Although adventures in PR can be a bit risky with getting lost, getting stuck in traffic or getting stuck in a downpour, we took them. Our adventure days usually ended with an ice cold 10oz can (or cans) of Medalla, and some rice and beans, and guess what? That’s the best part. I think JP and I got to know each other better than anyone could before we got married, we had no choice. It was just the two of us. We had beach dates and dinner dates, we spent Christmases and holidays in the Caribbean sun, our butts in the sand. I sat on the beach and watched him surf, I collected sea shells and sand dollars and ate Pinchos (chicken on a stick) on the beach (nothing more authentic than that!).  We went salsa dancing, and by salsa dancing, I mean we watched. Puerto Rican’s know how to dance! Salsa is so fun to watch! I’m sure even more fun to dance, but I’m totally a chicken unless I’m a few mojitos deep. We always said we’d take salsa lessons so we’d be pros when we returned to the mainland. Dammit 2 years flies by!

 

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We made friends here. Not a lot of friends, (we sort of kept to ourselves and our own adventures here) but a few close ones I know we’ll keep in touch with forever. Real, genuine friends. We did so much in two years, and there is still stuff we didn’t get around to. Puerto Rico is surprisingly big! As as I’ve stated in previous posts, every corner of the island is different, in an awesome way. Every part of PR has something to offer. We tried our very best to take advantage of everything! We even took advantage of being smack dab in the middle of the Caribbean. We island hopped. The Virgin Islands are only a 17 minute flight from SJU, St. Kitts is 45… Flights were cheap. We took long weekends, we beach hopped. We drank rum, we took boat trips, we snorkeled, we watched sunsets and sunrises, and met friends from all over on those islands, some of those friends could possibly be monkeys from St.Kitts, but they’re still my friends, just little hairy ones. Island hopping is my favorite.

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As much as I adored the ability to easily island hop, Puerto Rico is such a special place in itself. It isn’t called “Isla del Encanto” for nothing! We haven’t left yet, in fact, we leave tomorrow, but I miss it already. As I sit here writing this, we’ve already packed up, and moved out of our beach-front  condo we called home for two years. Moving is so. Damn. Stressful. Especially when there are so many moving parts. Our stuff is on a boat somewhere heading to the mainland. And all we’ve got left is 8 suitcases, a surfboard bag and a cat crammed into a hotel in Old San Juan, that’s all? Ugh. We’ve sold our island car and we’re spending our last days totally emersed in Puerto Rican culture, right in the heart of the old city.

I’m pretty sure everyone that follows me on social media is 100% ready for me to be back stateside, and not floating in the blue Caribbean waters somewhere, that is, if anyone follows me anymore. We’re so lucky to have had this experience and it’s hard to explain all the feels you have when you realize you’ve got two years of island memories under your belt (or under your bikini) and it’s all coming to and end. And coming in HOT!

I don’t know that anyone reading this will be moving to Puerto Rico, or to the Caribbean but if you do, I hope that you take advantage of all this island has to offer. There is so much to see, do, explore, eat, drink, hike, surf, snorkel, soak in. Don’t let the Puerto Rican struggle get to you, because it WILL! I PROMISE YOU. Just sweep that crap under your plate of Mofongo, add some mayoketchup, and move on. There’s a beach chair with your name on it.

Until next time Puerto Rico.

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CUBAN SANDWICH CHICKEN

Greetings Earthlings! I’m writing you from outer space, because what I’m about to talk about is OUT OF THIS WORLD.

Do you LOVE Cuban sandwiches as much as I do? I mean, who doesn’t like a melty, salty, tangy, crunchy hot sammy straight out of the panini press? Well, maybe those weird people who don’t like pickles, or mustard, or pork. (Not talking about those people who can’t eat any of the above due to food allergies or religious beliefs, people who just straight up hate on ze pork).  If you are one of the aforementioned folks, you can stop reading now, because things are about to get heated up in here.

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A few weeks ago, we had a few people over to watch the Kentucky Derby. Since most of our guests were grown men, I didn’t think cucumber tea sandwiches would do the trick for such a gathering. So, I brainstormed a crowd pleasing, filling, easy treat I could whip up if hanger were to strike. I had already decided on bourbon glazed chicken wings (it was the Derby after all) but we needed something else. Since we’re moving in about a month, I’ve also been trying to make recipes that call for minimal ingredients or ingredients we already have in the pantry, so that we’re not tossing a bunch of barely used ingredients as we pack up for the mainland.

As I browsed the overpriced aisles of our local Puerto Rican SuperMax, I saw a fresh loaf of that amazing Puerto Rican bread staring at me from it’s lonely shelf in the bakery. AH HA! Cuban sandwiches! I had pickle chips, mustard and swiss cheese at home already, all I needed was some meat and bread and I was ready to roll! Traditionally, Cuban Sandwiches call for ham AND roast pork, along with swiss, mustard and pickles. But, for time and my wallet’s sake, I skipped roasting a whole pig and just did some ham from the deli, and honestly, once assembled and smashed in the panini press, I didn’t miss it. And judging by how fast they were gone, I think it’s safe to say no one else missed the roast pork either.

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So, a few days later, we arrive at Tuesday. The most boring day of the week. Not as depressing as a Monday, doesn’t get a fancy name like Humpday or Friday Eve… It’s just; Tuesday. Weekdays are not for Cuban sandwiches, but more for baked chicken with veggies, so that we can indulge on the paninis on Saturday. (It’s about balance people!) As I stared at the boring chicken breasts thawing in the  silver glow of my stainless steel sink, I got an idea. I still have some ham and swiss left, maybe I can make Chicken Cordon Bleu? Eh, nah… WAIT. Ham and swiss, plus pickles and mustard = CUBAN SANDWICH!  What if Mr. Cordon Bleu took a detour from Switzerland and landed in Cuba and then jumped inside my boring chicken? What an adventure!

That was it, how a magical idea was born. I was going to do the impossible. I was going to turn my chicken into a Cuban sandwich, with what we will call, Cuban Sammy Stuffed Chicken. I know, brilliant. (Pats self on back).

 

 

Enough gabbing, here’s how to make it:IMG_0119 (1)

Ingredients:

  • 3 Boneless skinless chicken breasts, pounded thin
  • Dill pickle chips (and the juice!)
  • 2 Large slices of Swiss cheese (I used reduced fat)
  • Yellow mustard
  • 3 Slices of ham
  • Toothpicks/skewers soaked in water for a few minutes to avoid burning
  • Salt, pepper and a little E.V.O.O.

Directions:

  • After you’ve pounded the chicken breasts thin, marinade the breasts in pickle juice, for a minimum of one hour, the longer the better.
  • After you’ve marinated your chicken, remove from pickle juice and pat dry.
  • Preheat oven to 375′ (I always use convection setting).
  • Lay chicken flat, smear about a tablespoon of mustard on the chicken, then lay out a few pickle chips, a small piece of cheese and some ham. (Don’t over-stuff, it will just make a mess).
  • Carefully roll up the chicken, making sure all the goodies inside are neatly tucked in.
  • Secure the rollups with toothpicks. (I used Pincho/Kebab sticks that I cut in half so they weren’t so long). Salt and pepper the outsides of the rollups.
  • Coat an oven-safe skillet with olive oil and bring to medium-high heat.
  • Carefully add the rollups to the pan to sear/brown the outsides of the chicken (about 2 minutes)
  • Drizzle a little more pickle juice over the seared chicken.
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  • Remove from oven, remove toothpicks and slice!

 

 

 

!BUEN PROVECHO!

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Exploring La Parguera

So, I know it’s been a hot two months since I’ve posted, but if we’re being honest here (this is a safe space, right?) We’ve been busy soaking up the last of our time in Puerto Rico. But, at the same time, feel like the whole “Island Life of a Coastie Wife” thing is losing it’s charm, since we won’t be living the island life much longer. I realize legit no one feels bad for me, because let’s be honest, living here has been unreal and my prior posts prove that.

Since my last post, we’ve been crossing things off our bucket list, or “Bucket Listing” as I like to proclaim on my social media accounts. We finally visited La Parguera on the west side of the island and it was incredible. La Parguera, in the town of Lajas is best known for the little islands and cays off of La Parguera, in which you need a boat to get to. Sort of like the Florida Keys of Puerto Rico. There are tons of little skiffs for rent and it’s pretty easy  to rent one! We paid $30 an hour for a little boat for the 4 of us, however it could have definitely fit 6! Of course, we only had one day to rent a tiny boat and explore, and the forecast said 80% chance of rain. I was really discouraged as we had been planning visiting for months now, but decided to stop checking the forecast. Although it said 80% chance of rain, the forecast in PR is wrong 90% of the time. Guess what? It was a sunny and gorgeous day!

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If you ever find yourself in Puerto Rico, I highly recommend checking out the Southwestern side of the island. It’s totally different than the rest of PR. The land is more desert like than tropical, and being able to rent little skiffs and explore little islands off the coast is something you can’t really do near San Juan or surrounding areas. It’s pretty far from San Juan, about 3.5 hours, but if you’re on island for longer than a weekend, it’s totally doable! We stayed at this little hotel called La Parguera Plaza Hotel. Although it was nothing fancy, it was PERFECT for an overnight and right in the heart of town. Walking distance to the boat docks, restaurants and nightlife. Also, the town itself was charming and filled with adorable little bars and restaurants.

Here’s a video of our day in Parguera! I think it sums up our day pretty well!

 

I hope this post encourages people to get out of San Juan and explore Puerto Rico!

Until next time!

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B

 

 

 

 

Weekend Warriors and Thai Curry Soup For The Soul

I think the best part of living in a vacation destination is the fact that friends actually want to come visit you. Not just because they love you, but because they actually want to vacation in your new hometown. Although, my friends are pretty epic so even if I lived in the Arctic Tundra, they’d still load up on puffer jackets and join me for a hot toddy in my igloo. Luckily, I don’t live in an Arctic Tundra, so when friends come to visit, it’s like Spring Break no matter what time of year.

In the past 30 days, the hubs and I have had 2 rounds of visitors from Florida. I LOVE spending time with my friends but I also love the excuse of showing our guests our island home and living it up it like we’re on vacation too. Yolo! We explore, eat, drink and be oh so merry while clinking coconuts and liberally applying SPF. Late nights and hangovers are cured by a dip in the ocean and an order coco frios (cold coconut water sipped straight from the coconut) and tostones.

As much as I adore having visitors or going on vacation for that matter, chances are by the time it’s over, you feel pretty run down. Tired, dehydrated and maybe even sick. Although totally worth it and I’d do it all over again, this last round left me sick in bed. Sore throat, sniffles, pure exhaustion—all those goodies. When I lived in Florida, sickness = a run to Whole Foods to pick up some vitamin packed organic goodness and some soup from the hot bar. Since we don’t have Whole Foods here (wahhh) your best bet is making it yourself or cracking open a can of Campbell’s. Unless you’re up for some Puerto Rican mondongo soup, but sorry, the idea of that creeps me out. Not a big fan of cow stomach.

As much as I’d love someone to be here cooking me homemade chicken soup, I didn’t have that option, and sodium packed canned soup sounded unappetizing. So, I was going to make myself some soup, dammit. But, there’s a kicker. My husband is really not a fan of soup. So making a huge pot of chicken soup for one is just overkill and wasteful. Yeah, I know you can freeze your leftovers and save them for a rainy day, but I always forget about it in the back of the freezer and eventually end up tossing it, which hurts my soul. And chicken soup is supposed to be good for the soul!

So, I decided I was still going to muscle up the energy to make some damn soup, but I needed to get creative. My husband may not be a fan of  your traditional chicken soup, but you know what he is a fan of? Thai food. He LOVES Thai food and so do I. Hmm, bingo! I’ve got it. Thai soup! Some Thai spice could probably help sweat the gunk out of my system anyway.

I scoured the internet and found tons of different Thai soup recipes and ingredients. I mixed and matched with ingredients I already had or ingredients I prefer  (PS-If you’ve made one Thai recipe recently, chances are you’ll be able to make a lot more Thai recipes with the ingredients you’ve purchased). I braved the outdoors—it was awful out there, 80 degrees and not a cloud in the sky— to hit the store for a few cans of light coconut milk and some fresh veggies and I was on my way. Let me tell you what, this is really easy and SO GOOD. And something big happened; my husband ate soup for dinner and loved it. Well, it’s more like a copycat to the Thai Red Curry I get at our favorite spot in Aguadilla, PR—Shout Out to One Ten Thai! But it’s liquidy enough to be considered soup, so I consider that a win.

Here’s What You’ll Need:

  • 45 minutes
  • 2 cans of light coconut milk
  • 2.5 cups of chicken broth
  • 2 (heaping) tbsp red curry paste
  • 1 tbsp yellow curry paste
  • 3 tbsp natural peanut butter (or PB2 for lighter calories)
  • 1 tbsp fish oil
  • 1 tbsp honey
  • one red bell pepper, sliced into thin strips
  • 1/2 large white onion, sliced and halved
  • 1 small carrot, chopped
  • 2 small or 1 large zucchini, cut into half circles
  • 1 cup frozen peas
  • 1 rotisseri chicken, skin removed, shredded (skip for vegetarian and add more veggies)
  • ginger root, one nob, peeled and grated (save some to add to your water if your sick)
  • cilantro and lime for garnish
  • Jasmine rice for serving, optional

Here’s how you do it:

(Serves 4-6)

In a large pot, stir in coconut milk, broth, curry pastes, peanut butter (if using PB2, mix before for accurate measurement) fish oil, honey, and ginger until incorporated and let come to a simmer. Should be a lovely pink/orangish color. Add carrot, pepper and onions and let cook about 10 minutes at a simmer or just below a simmer, not boiling. Add zucchini and begin shredding the rotisserie chicken, discarding the skin and adding the meat to the pot (Note: I used all the meat but one leg/thigh and wing) Let cook another 15 minutes or so. Towards the end of your cooking process, add the peas and cook rice separately if you plan on serving it with rice.

You can leave the soup on low in the stove until you’re ready to serve. It will be ready in about 45 minutes, but I served mine a few hours later and it was delicious! If it’s too thick for your liking, add a little more broth or some water to thin it out a little.

Serve over rice with cilantro leaves and a lime wedge. If you want to get really wild, chop some peanuts and sprinkle those on top too! I would have done that if I had peanuts on hand.

Enjoy making your soul happy 🙂

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Buen Provecho!

Herby Chicken and Rice

  As you might have gathered on your own, we eat a lot of chicken in this house. It’s easy, cheap, friendly on the waistline and makes for good leftovers. 9 times out of 10, I toss some chicken breasts on a foil-lined baking sheet, throw some seasoning on them and pop them in the oven. […]