Autumn Waldorf Chicken Salad (AKA “Falldorf” Chicken Salad)
Excuse me, but I have a bone to pick with time. It’s moving too fast.
After over eighteen months of this global panini, it suddenly feels like the world is holding down the accelerator to get back to “normal” while still figuring out how to drive. Meanwhile, I’m the dad in the passenger seat slamming on imaginary brakes.
I want to get back to living a normal life just as much as the next person, but a tiny part of me doesn’t feel ready. First of all, if I’m being *real* honest and vulnerable, I’m still getting over the heartbreak of watching live music vanish in front of my eyes last March. On the other hand, despite the sadness, I enjoyed being forced to slow down. I have loved not having to live out of a suitcase, getting to actually have weekends, and suddenly having all the time in the world to plan and cook delicious meals. Also, I’ve finally gotten to pursue my dream of turning this blog into a business. NBFD!!!!!
I’m truly not complaining (I’m grateful to have stuff going on), but when your personal and professional schedules suddenly go from zero to sixty, it can be a little scary. But, since there’s not much I can do to slow this transition (it was going to happen eventually!) all I can do is control how I respond.
Naturally, I am responding with food.
Pineapple Pulled Chicken Tacos
Until recently, I didn’t think there was anything that could compete with tacos for making Tuesdays better.
…And then along came Bachelor in Paradise.
After a long time resisting, I finally caved and caught the Bachelor bug, and honestly had no idea what my life had been missing. Bachelor in Paradise, though, is a WHOLE other brand of guilty pleasure, and I am here for it. And last week, I ate these tacos WHILE watching Bachelor in Paradise, and trust… Oh, just trust. It was a good move.
For those who may be unfamiliar with the show, they basically put a whole bunch of Bachelor/Bachelorette alumni on a tropical island and tell them to go nuts. Unsurprisingly, things get dramatic. These people are either out here confessing their love to each other after a WEEK or acting like it’s the end of the world when they don’t get a rose from someone they talked to three times. Sure, I declared my love for these tacos immediately and was devastated when they were gone 15 minutes later, but whatever. That’s not the point of this rant.
