Sunday, February 3, 2013

Chicken Stir Fry - What A Challenge I Had

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Yesterday around 3:30 p.m. Eastern Time I lost hold of my senses.  Someone should have tried to stop me from what I was about to do, but, only my husband was home and he was napping.  And so, I was left on my own.  Ahhhhhhhhhhh.

Let's start from the beginning.  Friday afternoon I stopped at the gas station.  I needed gas but my car sounded "funny" so I asked the attendant to please check my oil; I DO NOT pump gas unless absolutely necessary, so I always go to full serve.  Turns out I needed a quart.  He also pointed out to me my inspection was up.  Really?  I am honestly shocked.  Yup, my inspection was up since NOVEMBER.  Holy cow.  I couldn't stay and have him do it right then and there, I needed to get to work.  So I had been cruising around with an expired inspection for three months, great.  That's a $175.00 fine.

In my infinite wisdom yesterday, since hubby decided we should use his mechanic whom he knows, is friends with and trusts, for the inspection on Monday, as he's not open on weekends, I took my car just up to the bank and, yeah, don't laugh, THE SUPERMARKET - I told you I lost my senses.  My thought process, I've been driving around like this for three months, never got stopped, what's a few more days, what are the chances.

I'll get to the stir fry, promise.  Leading up to it was definitely an adventure.

So, I head out.  Mind you, the supermarket and bank are right near one another, about a half mile from my home.  They are across the street from each other.  I pull into the bank parking lot.  Not only is there a line inside going out the door but there's a line wrapped around the building for drive through.  Holy cow, are they giving money away?  To boot, there's a police officer in his car in the lot.  I "casually and inconspicuously" scoot out of there, if he sees my expired inspection, I will get a ticket.  Ok, so I go next door to the pharmacy, I need to pick up something for work, a book.  Amazingly, there's a cop in that lot too.  Seriously.  I scoot out of there too.

Now I go across the street to the supermarket and discover there are TWO  cops in that lot.  What the hell?  I rush out of there too.  Am I in an episode of The Twilight Zone.  I now feel like a criminal on the run.

Now this never, ever happens.  What's going on.  I dodged four cops and figured, best to get out of this town.  I drive across town to a neighboring town and go to a supermarket there; I gave up on the bank thing, I'll get the cash I need on Monday and use my card at the market.  No cops.  Ahhhhhhh.

I felt like I was playing rough tackle in the supermarket.  The chip aisle, forget it, you couldn't get down it.  The meat case was three people deep, I had to wait on line to get near any of the meats.  Talk about crowded.  Then I remembered, oh geeze, tomorrow is Super Bowl, duh,. no wonder it's a madhouse in here.  By 5:45 my cell phone went off.  It was hubby, asking where in the world I was and what was taking so long.

By that time, I had dodged the crowds, played chicken with several other cart pushers, waited on a long line and  tried not to kill the elderly lady in front of me who, after the kid rang her up, pulled out 150 coupons, grrrrr, waited for him to scan each and every coupon, held my temper when the girl packing the groceries plopped my eggs down hard in the cart and then put a bottle of soda on top (amazingly no eggs broke, I don't even try to figure out why, she apologizes profusely and I don't strangle her, I give her a break, smile and say, it's ok, it's busy, you were preoccupied), and actually wait on line to exit the store, with a mom in front of me with a screaming small boy who didn't want to wear his hat trying to push a cart with one hand and hold the child as if he were a football (how appropriate) under the other arm.  The ear piercing screams coming from the kid were oh so pleasant, NOT.  As I'm finally walking in the freezing cold through the lot, my cell goes off.  I dig it out and hubby says all cheery, "hey babe, where are you?"  I growl at him, "I will be home soon, be prepared to help me unload."

As I rush to load the groceries into my car in the freezing cold, a fight breaks out two cars down from me.  Two women, probably in their 50's are both not happy.  One is screaming that the other hit her car with a cart.  They are parked next to one another.  It gets loud.  The cart boy tries to intervene and gets yelled at by both of them.  He gives up, and continues to collect carts in the lot, he's a kid, in his teens, he hears enough yelling at home addressed at him from a 40 or 50 something year old he calls mom, I'm sure.  He's outta there.  The fight escalates, it looks like it may come to blows.  Holy crap, where's a cop when you need one.

I don't know what happened, I left.  There were no murders or severe injuries reported on the local news station, so, I'm assuming it didn't go too badly.  I assume they yelled, cursed, pointed and waved there arms a bit more and then either someone intervened or one of them gave up and it ended.  Who knows.  It couldn't go on too long, it was damn cold out there, we would have found them in the local ER suffering from frostbite.

What an adventure for some groceries. After helping hubby to unload the car and putting everything away, I had to take a break.  I'd been through a war zone,  at least it felt that way.  Around 6:30 or so I tackled the stir fry. The stir fry itself is quick and easy, but, sometimes, getting the ingredients to make it is harrowing.

And now... the stir fry recipe.

Chicken Stir Fry:

slivered chicken breast
frozen stir fry of your choice
oil of your choice
sour cream
rice of your choice

Coat the bottom of a pan with a small amount of oil. Add chicken and stir fry.  Cook on high, stirring often until chicken is cooked through and veggies crisp up.  Cook rice.  Place stir fry mixture over rice, top with sour cream and salsa.  Enjoy.  Quick, easy, no mess, no fuss.  Perfect for a cold, lazy Saturday night!

I will link this recipe to Foodie Friends Friday Linky PartWhipperberryThe Chicken Chick and One Creative Mommy.  Click on the links to check them out!


  1. This proves why I don't like shopping. LOL

  2. It was certainly an adventure! You gotta laugh. The meals were worth the effort. Hubby has asked me twice to make this meal again. I will soon. The chili came out really good too.


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