Last Friday night I had big plans to make dinner for Tarzan. It’s always a struggle to find something we both like, we have exactly opposite tastes in food. He doesn’t really like to go out for Mexican food, but now and then I can get him to eat it with minimal complaints if I make it at home. So I put some chicken taco meat in the crockpot that morning. (I used 2.25 pounds of chicken, an entire envelope of taco seasoning, and I didn’t have enough chicken broth so I dissolved some bullion cubes in hot water to make up the difference. Also, when it was done cooking, I shredded the chicken in my KithenAid® mixer, using the dough hook) I planned to make Mexican rice, and had soft tortilla shells and lettuce and tomato on hand, so it would seem more like a “meal” to Tarzan.
But… he had other plans for the evening and didn’t end up being home for dinner. I didn’t make the rice, since that was mostly for him. He won’t eat leftovers so I had an abundance of chicken taco meat on my hands.
I ate chicken soft tacos for dinner Friday, and for lunch and dinner Saturday. When I got back from my trip I had chicken soft tacos for lunch and dinner Wednesday. I had had about enough chicken soft tacos by then, so Wednesday after work I went and got the fixings for Skinny Tortilla Soup, which I made for lunch Thursday. I used bullion cubes for the broth again and I used full-fat cheese (nope, I don’t believe low or reduced fat ingredients are all that much healthier, but that’s just my humble opinion) and I just replaced the 3/4 cup of cubed chicken with the chicken I already had.
I still had about a cup and a half of chicken left, even after making the soup, so I froze the rest of the chicken and put a reminder in my Awesome Note app to remind me in about a month to make a double batch of the soup and use the rest of the chicken up. I do love the soup, it’s one of my favorites, so eating up a double batch won’t take me long at all (I had finished off Thursday’s batch by last night). But… even so, I’m about taco-chickened out! This is what happens when you marry a man who won’t eat leftovers. *sigh*