The other day I sent matt to get some flat out bread. And like a typical male in my family, not only does he return with the flat out I requested, but two packages. Also, a bunch of other stuff I didn't necessarily ask for, like ground chicken. I looks like ground beef, but it's chicken. So he tells me that we can use it for taco meat on Sunday. He said we could cover up the taste of the meat with taco seasoning and we will never taste the difference.
Sundays at dinner time(5pm) is Chases' karate class... So I'm stuck making these "tacos" that Matt thought up, by myself. So I put the chicken in the pan just like you would with ground beef. Not realizing that this chicken has no fat in the mix so it sticks to the pan in the consistency of pâte. I add oil, cumin, onion powder, and garlic hoping for it to taste like taco meat. Well it doesn't, and unlike ground beef you have to wait until it's cooked to taste it. So it tastes like Chicken and taco seasoning. Not taco meat like I had envisioned. So I decide we could throw this into some brown rice with veggies and a couple fried eggs and bada boom, bada bing- dinners really gross, but done. That should teach him to participate with the menu.
Needless to say, he ate his food and didn't say a word. But really chicken tacos with no sour cream or cheese cause you can't have dairy on this cleanse... Its going to be gross either way. I feel like I rescued that pile of ground, cooked chicken. Tomorrow night, I'll stick to hummus, it's what I know.
If I over complicate this cleanse, I'll stress out and quit so let's keep the shit simple.
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