Chicken Pineapple Stir Fry

My ACLU hurts.

1. I went to Trader Joe’s on Saturday. I spent $40 and figured out that it would make a grand total of 13 meals. Which is pretty awesome. Of course, that means I am eating chicken stir fry three times, chicken pizza twice, cheese/crackers/fruit three times (for work lunches), pasta three times, and mushroom bites twice. But it’s economical. My best find was a bag of multi-color frozen pepper strips. Because I am not a big fan of peppers but I like a little in my stir frys and this gives me three different peppers that I only need to use a little of and will be able to use for about 20 stir frys. Because I hate buying peppers. Because it just seems wasteful.

I made stir fry number one last night. It was absolutely delicious. Maybe the best one I’ve ever made. It had some frozen peppers and onion and garlic and chicken and pineapple and rice noodles and island teriyaki sauce:

Chicken Stir Fry

Tonight I made bbq chicken pizza. Just bbq sauce and shredded cheese and chicken. And pizza crust, of course.

BBQ Chicken Pizza

2. Sunday night was Mat’s second to last 5b performance at the io so I headed over there to watch although I still can never tell if he wants me there or not. But really, what else do I have to do on my Sunday nights but loaf on the couch watching Celebrity Apprentice? And that’s what the DVR is for. So I ended up watching about five hours of improv because we stayed for the Middle Age Comeback/3033 show. They were funny and 3033 spent the entire time making fun of the Packers and Vince Lombardi.

3. I am apparently a choice on an eatfeats poll for “top competitive eating reporter.” Which I don’t think I deserve at all because I am a horrible reporter (I always forget to pay attention to totals). But it’s funny and much appreciated at the same time.

4. I sometimes feel like that same girl who you dropped off early so you could hang out with your real friends.

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Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.

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