White chicken chili with quinoa

Chicken second courses

You guys! I have risen from the dead. Sort of. And it is all thanks to David Bowie. Yes, the David Bowie. Stick with me here. You know how everybody loves hearing about another person’s dreams? Yeah, like I said, stick with me here. I have been sick for like 2 weeks. When I am sick, like really sick, I have weird ass dreams. For instance, I had Mono and woke up screaming about barfing into little nesting dolls. Then, boom, barfed and had to go home for like 2 weeks. A few years later, I was dating Mike (avert your eyes Mom and Dad) he was sleeping over. I wasn’t feeling well and was yelling in my sleep about somebody or something standing on my chest. I then woke up and barfed all over Mike. True love. I went home and almost had to have my gallbladder removed. Ok, so two nights ago in a cough syrup and cold medicine induced slumber, I dreamed that I met David friggen Bowie. And I swear it seemed so real to me that it prompted me to get up and make dinner and cook for my kids, clean a little bit, and …