Were you bummed I didn’t post any recipe on Monday?? Who am I kidding, you didn’t even notice did you? Well if you were worried about me, don’t you worry your lil’ bum, I’m alive. Barely. It was my CrossFit gym’s Christmas party this Saturday….and ITWASEPICOHMYGOD.
But let’s first chat about the beginning of the day. I competed in my first lil’ Oly competition at Alpine CrossFit. Super fun day. I PR’d on my snatch! It wasn’t much weight but it felt good so I was happy! And luckily, I got to see myself in pictures, mid lift, and figured out I look slightly cross-eyed when I lift heavy objects. Cute. Real cute. At least I didn’t have to wear a singlet. Me in a singlet AND cross-eyed. Woooow. I was the only person without weight lifting shoes or a belt. I’m so under prepared. I like spending my money on food instead. I’ll just lift in my slipper shoes. I have quiet feet. Good for creepin.
So after the competition, I had to cook some bacon wrapped dates to take to the CrossFit party. Well that was a waste since I burnt them. I wasn’t even intoxicated at the time. Just easily distracted. By the shower. And having to shave my legs for the first time in a while. That took forever. But I had to shave my legs…I wore a dress. So I also HAD to consume alcohol to feel even slightly comfortable in that thing. It’s funny that I talk about how I don’t drink that often and then have large posts about nights out drinking…am I a compulsive liar!? Maybe. But really, when I drink, I go all out. My mother really appreciates that. I’m just not one to drink alcohol for fun. Dark chocolate is fun. Alcohol tastes like nail polish remover. So Saturday night, I drank. I drank a lot. I drank out of a bottle, out of a cup, out of shotski. Really anything I could. Then I danced. Our gym was transformed into a winter wonderland, so I utilized the platforms as my dancing fortress. I don’t even know what I just said. But I danced a lot. Danced meaning paced circles around people in order not to fall and roll my ankle in my heels. Oh wait, that happened anyways. I also somehow ended up in Boystown (the gay bar down the street). No idea how, but I’m guessing the music was calling my name. Pretty solid night if you ask me.
I woke up the next morning unable to move. I stared at the coffee pot for a good 15 minutes before I decided it was time to rudely text Laura to get her out of bed. But at least we were incredibly productive that day….oh wait….we literally didn’t leave the couch for a good solid 5 hours probably. Wait wait wait, I peed once. Yep, productive.
- 2 plantains, peeled on chopped
- 1.5 lbs chicken breast, chopped
- 1 (14 oz) canned coconut milk
- 1 tablespoon curry powder
- 1 tablespoon vindaloo curry powder
- 1 teaspoon salt
- 1 teaspoon garlic powder
- ½ teaspoon ground ginger (fresh would be wicked good)
- pepper, to taste
- 1 tablespoon coconut oil
- cilantro, to garnish
- Chop your chicken. I use scissors. Life is so much easier with butcher scissors (I’m not sure that’s a real name)
- Now you need to chop your plantains. I bought some of the softer (I’m guess more ripe plantains- I know nothing about them) so they would be easier to peel. I just cut both ends off, then made a knife slit down the inside and peeled the skin right now. If the plantains aren’t quite as soft, you will have you use a bit more muscle to peel them. Strong hands means strong mind.
- Pull out a large pot or deep skillet and put under medium-high heat. Add your coconut oil to get hot. Once the oil is hot, add your chopped chicken to the pot/skillet to sear.
- Top your chicken off with your regular curry powder.
- Once the chicken is cooked on the bottom side, add your coconut milk, plantains, and the rest of your spices to the pot/skillet. Mix to combine.
- Turn temperature on low, cover, and cook for about 6-8 minutes or until chicken is cooked through (depending on the size of the chicken pieces) and plantains are soft.
- Top with a bit of cilantro and a slice of avocado!