20 Ways to eat a Costco Chicken

Most rotisserie chickens don't interest me. But Costco chickens are different. They're bigger, they cost several dollars less than at the grocery store, they are juicy, and they have flavor!! I get one every time I go to Costco, and sometimes that's a lot.

There is only one rule when buying a Costco chicken: Eat or take the meat off the bone immediately. You will curse yourself if you leave it in the fridge to cool and then try to pull the meat off the bones. It just won’t work and you’ll be left with a mangled bird.

I decided to put together a list of all the ways to eat a Costco chicken, because sometimes when I come home with one I think... "so what am I going to do with this?" And then it ends up sitting around and getting picked at, but it doesn't really live up to it's full potential. :)

Some of these recipes are so obvious they don't require a recipe. Chicken Quesadilla? I won't bore you! Some are my own recipe that I've created, but most are from other blogs. If I've linked to it, I've made it and loved it enough to share!

1. Carve it up and eat it as the main course
2. Add to a green salad
3. Chicken Taco Salad
4. Chicken Sandwiches
5. Add to Suddenly Salad
6. Honey Lime Chicken Enchiladas
7. Chicken Suiza Sammies
8. Chicken and Black Bean Enchilada Casserole
9. Tomatillo Casserole with Chicken and Hominy (my own recipe... I'll post someday...)
10. Quiche with Chicken and Broccoli (or Ham!) (Again, my own recipe...)
11. Chicken Quesadilla
12. Chicken Salad Sandwiches (Anyone have a really good go-to recipe?)
13. Chicken and Spinach Stuffed Shells
14. BBQ Chicken Pizza
15. BBQ Chicken Braid
16. Chicken Soup
17. Chicken Pot Pie (Mom's Recipe)
18. Chicken and Dumplings
19. Jambalaya (Mom's Recipe)
20. Hummus, Spinach and Chicken in a wrap (My go-to lunch for busy days!)

...It Does a Body Good

Milk.

Cow's milk to be exact. How I miss you.

You see, I have been "off dairy" for almost two months now. Not because of me, but because my little guy isn't taking kindly to it. It makes him break out into a horrible rash. (So horrible, I hardly have any pictures of him.) And he scratches his skin until it bleeds. Oh, and he screamed every time I fed him. Poor guy! So when the doctor suggested I take dairy out of my diet, I thought, "No big deal. I can live without a glass of milk." But I had no idea how hard it would actually be! Because I've learned that EVERYTHING good has milk in it.

Cheese is out.

And that means so is Grilled Cheese.

As is Ice Cream.

And don't get me started on my love affair with pizza.

And I dare you. (Beg you!!) to find a good dessert that does not contain milk, butter or cream.

And even things that are sort of good have milk in it. Breadcrumbs? Crackers? Bread from the store? Yep. All have milk. And forget about anything processed/manufactured. It has milk or milk protein in it. Which means when you open the pantry or the fridge, there is nothing to eat. And you starve.

But it's all worth it in the end, because look how happy and cute he is now!!

When Lunch Goes Wrong

This week has been a bit crazy at work. It's been one of those crazy weeks where you don't even have time to eat. This Friday was especially busy. I had back-to-back meetings from 1 - 5, so I needed to grab a quick lunch so I could prep for all my meetings. I found a deli down the street from my office. It was a Greek deli, run by a bunch of Koreans. Typical for D.C. I suppose.... I ordered an Italian sub with sweet peppers - the kind you can only find on the East Coast! I paid for my sandwich and headed back to the office. When I got there, I unwrapped my sandwich only to find this:


Is this what Koreans who run a Greek deli call an Italian sub?! This is not an Italian sub. This is a Polish sausage. Polish sausage is not proper lunch-at-the-office food. Polish sausage belong at the ballpark. At picnics. County Fairs. It does not belong in my cube.

So now I'm sitting in my cube, on a rainy November day, starring down a Polish sausage. I'm at the office, so there is no ketchup. No mustard. It's just all wrong. I had no choice but to eat what I could of it. It left me day dreaming of ball parks, the Rockies, my last baseball game watching the Nationals take out the Phillies. But it just wasn't the same because I wasn't at the park on a sunny afternoon. I was in my cube on a rainy November day.

So next time you go to a Greek deli run by Koreans, make sure they know they difference between an Italian sub and Polish sausage!