let’s talk about the break-up game.
ok, it’s not really a game. unless most of the games you play end up with you drinking a bottle of wine and contemplating joining ok cupid – because you never knowww, that smart, successful man might be on there and it’s his sister who signed him up for it, he’d never be that pathetic to sign up. just you would be.
the winner of the break-up game isn’t whoever dumps the other one. and it isn’t the one who cheats or doesn’t cheat or loses 10 lbs from the emotional stress following the break-up and ends up looking fantastic.
the worst part of a break-up is when one of you moves on. and the winner is whoever moves on first.
you go on facebook and there he is, sipping wine in california with her (this is alll hypothetical, of course). the girl who probably says all the right things, and who doesn’t spook when it comes to feelings and she surely isn’t stubborn and opinionated.
they’re just hiking on the coast while you’re here in the polar vortex with sopping ugg boots from 2006 with no traction that makes you fall on your ass around every corner, but hey – it’s okay, because the break-up was TOTALLY mutual.
it’s just that him moving on, wasn’t.
even if he isn’t one of your big loves, the ones you’ll remember when you see your own kids get their heart broken. you might not shed a tear about him moving on. it just stings.
you’re happy for him you say to people, and you actually truly mean it. it just hurts a little, like a bruise you don’t know you have until you accidentally bump it.
you remind yourself of why he wasn’t right for you; of those moments when you looked at him across the room and that little voice said – not yet, keep looking.
but at the end of the of the day, he won the break-up game. he’s at the freaking four seasons looking at the freaking ocean, and you’re here – chained to a desk looking at everyone else’s flowers. you wonder if maybe tinder isn’t sooooooo bad. i mean – i heard my friends old roommate went on a date that didn’t end with being drugged or strippers. sounds harmless enough.
anywho, there’s no good segue into turkey stuffed bell peppers. it’s just what i made for dinner tonight and this was what i was thinking about while making it. and i thought maybe you had felt this way. and we’d both feel a little more understood. plus these turkey bell peppers are really good in a crunchy, gooey kinda way that makes everything feel a little better.
plus, i’ll be damned if she makes stuffed bell peppers as good as these. pshhhh. i did warn you that i cook because i can’t afford therapy right? well, let’s get on with it.
- 2 bell peppers, halved and seeds removed
- 1/2 lb of ground turkey (little less even is fine)
- 1 tsp olive oil
- 1 12 oz can tomatoes (diced is easiest) – and i deco san marzanos
- 1 tablespoon tomato paste
- 1 teaspoon cumin
- 1 teaspoon chili powder
- 1 teaspoon paprika
- 2 cups brown rice (any kind will do really)
- 1 1/2 tablespoons worcestershire (i totally did more, but i am abnormally obsessed with worcestershire even though i hate spelling it)
- 1/4 cup onion, chopped
- 1 clove garlic, minced
- salt & pepp to taste
- water for rice
- shredded cheese – any kind, i did some italian cheese. it’s to taste, but 3/4 cup should do plenty
- preheat oven to 350
- drizzle olive oil in pan. add ground turkey, garlic, paprika, onions, cumin, chili powder. cook until there isn’t any pink is inside. pink + ground turkey = food poisoning.
- in a separate sauce pan, add water, boil, and cook rice until done. (if you make it in the microwave – i won’t tell)
- once rice and ground turkey are cooked, add together in a bowl. add worcestershire, salt, pepper, tomato paste and tomatoes
- cut tops off bell peppers. remove membranes and seeds
- cook for 45 minutes
- remove, add cheese
- cook for another five minutes
- **many like to place their peppers in boiling water and simmer for a few minutes before stuffing and baking. totally up to you, i just prefer my peppers crunchy