This Loaded Chicken Salad is naturally gluten-free and naturally delicious! It’s loaded with fresh bell peppers, celery, almonds, dried cranberries and sliced grapes. Eat it in between a croissant, on top of gluten-free crackers or chips, or wrapped up in a piece of crisp lettuce. Either way you choose, you’ll agree this combo is da bomb!
As an ER nurse, I have to ask lots of questions. Really personal questions. And you better be ready to answer them quickly and honestly so we can help you to the best of our ability. I am required to ask everyone if they are sexually active. If so, if it’s with a male or female regardless of what sex you are yourself. I have to ask if you drink alcohol, smoke cigarettes or do drugs regardless if you are 85 years old. (You’d be surprised how many elderly say yes to smoking weed) If you are a female, I have to ask you if you’ve ever been pregnant and how many times. And how many children you have, abortions or miscarriages you have had. Personal, right? Yeah. I have to develop a good rapport with my patients as soon as I walk through their curtain or they come into triage. I can’t laugh at them, roll my eyes or act like I have never heard of such a thing. (even though sometimes I am DYING inside of laughter) What I really hate is when I ask a question that I KNOW better NOT to ask. Ugh. I’ve done this more times than I’d like to admit, but I haven’t seemed to filter my mouth yet… For example, I recently had a young guy hunched over in pain coming through my triage door in a wheelchair. I couldn’t see his face and didn’t know his age yet because the secretary was putting his info into the computer. In walks a female with a moomoo dress on and a cap on her head. I quickly (and foolishly) ask her “Are you mom?”. With a disgusted look on her face she answers, “NO, I’m his WIFE”. Yep. Embarrassing. I know better!!! It’s about this time that the patient starts to chuckle and I quickly turn around and make my deer in headlights face and I nonchalantly move on to other questions. I can laugh now, but in the situation, it’s NOT fun. Oh, I’ve asked older looking men if they are the father of the pregnant patient… they reply with “No, I’m the father of the BABY.” It’s never easy moving on, having to ask those personal questions I mentioned earlier and it not feeling totally awkward. I’m sure you all know the feeling of sticking your foot in your mouth. It’s never pleasant. You have to quickly find a way to dig yourself out of the hole you just created for yourself. But we learn from it, right? Let’s hope I don’t repeat history again. Ugh.
I received this recipe from a Brazilian church friend named Bernadeth. This is her own creation and it is, nothing less than, da bomb!! It’s crisp, juicy and crunchy all at the same time. My husband and I have been eating this almost daily for the past few weeks since I got the recipe. It’s gluten-free for him and just simply delicious for me. I’ve had it all sorts of ways- on a croissant, crackers, chips and rolled up in a piece of crisp lettuce. It’s delicious either way. It saves well as left overs for the next day too.