This recipe is totally like this old recipe. But it’s kind of different. Isn’t that what all recipes are though? Something to ponder on your Tuesday. You’re welcome.
You guys. Technology is so freaking hard. Why does it make absolute no sense? Like, absolutely none. Yesterday, my day was filled with technology frustrations. Let me explain to you how my day went. So I woke up at 5am after a terrible night sleep (I never sleep well when I know I have to wake up early), I half assed did my make up and headed to the gym to coach. Once I finished coaching at 10am, I went home and tried to entertain my dog for an hour. After sucking at that because I was continually checking my email to hopefully see the answers to my never ending tech questions, I headed to the grocery store to get some hot sauce for this recipe, then I made the recipe. Boom, boom. After making the recipe and leaving a sh*t storm in my kitchen, I gave the dog a carrot to keep him entertained while I figured out my newsletter service. Ya see, I just switched over to a new mailing service and it’s only about half done. There are things that need to be finished on it that I have no idea how to do. So I write an email asking a milli questions then I sit and wait, freaking out more and more as time goes by. Then I put together this email template that probably took me 3 hours, just to find out that I was doing it all wrong. I am ABSOLUTELY 100% going to have to get botox after this ihatetechnology day. Yep. The crease between my eyebrows keeps getting deeper with each website issue.
Then I noticed that Jackson (my puppy) thought it would be fun to just shred the carrot with his teeth instead of swallow it. So to distract myself from the meaningless template and ever deepening wrinkles, I picked up his many, many carrot scraps on the floor. He didn’t even fight me for them. Just looked at me with “you’re an idiot” eyes. Bastard.
Ok, I’m done venting. Wait no. Jackson farted. It’s horrendous.
Ok, I’m now officially done venting.
So now that I’m 26 years old, I have to get my own health insurance. I know, I know. Grow up, Juli. But for real. Because of Obama’s health rules, whatever those may be, I’ve been able to be on my parent’s health insurance until I turned 26. Well, I turned 26 a week ago and I still haven’t gotten my own health insurance. I know, I know. Grow up, Juli. I need to be a responsible adult. But I just don’t know where to start. It’s kind of like taxes. We’re expected to know everything about them even though we are taught nothing about them in college. There are just so many services out there and I’d rather not pay a bazillion dollars per month because I’m self employed, eat paleo, and workout pretty much for a living, so I’m not exactly the highest risk patient. Do you have any advice for you self employed, newly 26 years olds out there? Or really anyone. Advise me. I need you.
- 1 pound cooked chicken, chopped (I used a rotisserie chicken)
- 1/4 red onion, minced
- 1 small carrot, minced
- 1 stalk of celery, minced
- 1/2 cup homemade mayo (see Buffalo Chicken Pasta recipe for instructions) or Primal Kitchen Mayo
- 1/4 cup Frank's Hot Sauce
- salt and pepper, to taste
- butter lettuce or iceberg lettuce
- chopped green onions, to garnish
- goat cheese crumbles, to garnish (optional - primal option)