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Fried Rice!

I was sooooooooo done with yesterday.

After a pretty cranky day, I decided that I wanted fried rice for dinner.
So I jumped onto the website for an Asian restaurant down the street from our house (they also deliver, cause I was feeling super extra lazy) and order some house fried rice, and a few things for my husband.  I got an order confirmation email right away.

So we wait.

...and wait.

...and wait.

...and wait some more.

45 minutes tick by, then an hour.  I go back to the website to grab a phone # to make sure our order will get here before the place closes.  That's when i see they aren't even open on saturdays.

*dramatic music*

*falls to knees and shakes fist at the sky while simultaneously  bursting into tears*

NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!

So i warmed up some squash and ate some refrigerator candy... which was good, but not what my uterus... er.... belly wanted.

So, i set out  to make some myself.  At first it just started out as fried rice, then I remembered I had some roasted chicken that was calling my name.

So... fry it up!

3/4 cup basmati rice
1  egg
2 tbsp butter
coconut aminos
frozen peas
1 onion
leftover chicken

melt the butter in your pan, dice and saute the onion until translucent.  add Rice and about a handful or so of frozen peas (I used 2 handfuls, but I really like peas!)
Keep rice moving as not to burn, make a space in the pan and quickly scramble egg, then stir into rice.  Add diced chicken and spray with aminos (I used quite a bit... tasting frequently as not to over-salt)

Bash on that!  BOOM!

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