I’ve been thinking about doing a road trip lately.
But like this time instead of getting in a little ass fucking car, I’d get on a bus.
And by bus I’m not talking about that Peter Pan, Greyhound shit.
Where you and 70 other people that you don’t even fucking know get on a bus, someone takes a shit 3 feet away from you, I’m not talking about that.
I’m not talking about sleeping upright where the weight of your head wakes you up everytime you hit a goddamn bump – not talking about that.
I’m talking about renting a bus out, where somebody else drives and you drink booze.
I’m ready for that kind of road trip.
And it’s not that I don’t like planes, I don’t even mind them, really.
It’s the travel. That’s what fucking beats you up.
“This is going to be a very full flight, people please don’t put your coats in the overhead compartments – “
But you see the assoholes still fucking do it.
Or they’ve oversold the flight.
Find out you’re bumped to the next flight because you didn’t check in exactly 24 hours ahead of time, online.
You fucking land, they don’t have your bags.
You finally get out the airport and the cab line is fucking 90 thousand people long.
It starts raining so now you got your shoulders hunched up.
You’re standing out there with your stupid bag.
Middle of fucking nowhere.
Shoulders pushed up to your ears.
You eventually get in a cab.
You can’t understand the guy, he can’t understand you.
You don’t know if he’s going the long way or if this is as good as it gets.
You get to the hotel, the fucking cab leaves.
You have to bring your own bags up.
“Hello Miss, welcome to WhoGivesAFuck Hotel, checking in?”
“Do you have an ID?”
You give them your ID and it’s,
Would it be under another name?”
They can’t find your fucking room.
They eventually give you another room.
You get up to your room, the goddamn key doesn’t work.
You try it at every angle until you finally say fffuck it –
You go back down, get another key, you go back up, it works.
You get in your room, it smells like ass crack.
You call downstairs,
Do you have another fucking room? It smells like Archie Bunker took a shit in here.
“Um no, I’m sorry miss we don’t have another room and there’s no reason to use that langu -“
It smells like somebody who smokes cigars took a shit in here. And fought in Korea. At the same goddamn time.
But see when you take a bus.
You fucking head to the grocery store.
You stock up the thing with food and booze, get a couple movies.
There’s a shower on the bus, you’re fucking good to go.
You’re in a goddamn bubble.
And now I know I didn’t have to walk you through my fucking life but generally speaking, you get the point.
Chicken and Snap Pea Soup
What I Used
2 Chicken Breasts Fillets (0r 3 cups shredded leftover chicken). 1 handful Dry Linguine. 8 cups Chicken Broth. 3 tsp Ginger (peeled and diced). 2 cups Sugar Snap Peas. 1 cup roughly chopped Shitake Mushrooms. 1 Med Onion (roughly chopped). 2 tbsp Soy Sauce. Olive Oil. 1 tbsp Crushed Red Pepper. Salt. Pepper.
What I Did
If you don’t already have leftover chicken, start with the chicken first then.
Heat a large pan with 1 tbsp olive oil.
Season the chicken on both sides with salt and pepper.
Saute the chicken until both sides are golden brown.
Then add in 2 cups chicken broth and cover.
Reduce heat to med-low and cook for another 10-12 mins.
In the same pan, add in another 1 tbsp olive oil.
Add in the chopped onions, ginger and minced garlic.
Shake in a little crushed red pepper too.
Add in the remaining chicken broth and stir, being sure to scrape any browned bits from the bottom of the pan.
Cover and let cook, under med-low heat for 15 mins.
Cook the pasta according to its instructions.
Then add in the shredded chicken, soy sauce, sugar and strained stock.
Bring to a simmer.
Using a small knife, slice the snap peas until the middle forming even halves.
Add them the broth and cook under med-low heat, stirring occasionally for about 2 mins.
Remove from heat and adjust seasoning to taste.