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Days 166, 167, 168, & 169: Getting Caught Up

Days 166, 167, 168 & 169.

The bad thing about falling behind in my Every Day with Chick-fil-A posts is that I have to really think hard to remember what happened.  The good thing about falling behind is my memory is so poor that I really don’t have much to say about each day, which makes it easier.

So, here goes….

Day 166 was a Chicken Tortilla Soup and a large Coke. I met a friend there so it was one of my few dine-in experiences. I don’t have a single picture proof of this experience, except to say that I didn’t take a picture of my server, Phyllis, because she respectfully declined. Phyllis has always allowed it in the past, but I could tell this was just one of those days, and I was happy to oblige, from this moment on, actually.

Day 167 was an evening CFA run after a meeting at church. Ran into my good friend Steve and his kiddos. I had planned on hitting the drive-thru but I saw them through the window and thought I’d pop in for my Asian Salad and bottled water.

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Not only was I able to hang with them, but I got an epic pic of the Trinity Chick-fil-A fellas working behind the counter. They were all confused when I was NOT in the drive-thru, understandably so. This is probably my favorite pic of the crew yet:

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Day 168 was with the fam at the Gulfview Mall. We thought Macy’s or Dillards would have shoe-fitting capacity for Asher. Apparently we forgot where Gulfview Mall is located. Sigh. I don’t say that disparagingly, only as truth that Pasco County doesn’t exactly do the volume that other counties may.

I grabbed a Peppermint Chocolate Chip Shake only as I promised Liza a veggie quiche when we got home (and I delivered, mind you). It was all guys on Day 167, but Day 168 was all ladies:

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Okay, on to Day 169. This day was all about Asher – me and the boy had some quality time with one another, starting by grabbing a very special custom made gift, courtesy of our friend Kim. I can’t reveal it yet, but it’s fantastic.

Ash and I had breakfast at CFA after meeting Kim; we ordered a #7 and I hooked buddy up with the egg (that I don’t care for). The rest was delicious as always. Asher just couldn’t wait to get his grubby little mouth on this Every Day with Chick-fil-A:

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Then we had fun in the play area. As always, Asher made it a point to crawl up the slide:

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Then this evening he was just a troublemaker, but in the best, baby-becoming-toddler sort of way. I suppose you need one of these roll-of-toilet-paper-on-the-floor pictures in every family photo album.

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So there you have it. Feels good to get caught up as Day 170 looms.

Day 72 – Me & Asher

Day 72.

The reality and weight of now having a baby in the house hasn’t really hit me between the eyes just yet, but today it was definitely getting around the facial region. Asher has actually been a pretty good kiddo, but there’s no way for him to understand the whole 7 hour difference in time, sleeping schedules, eating schedules, etc. To make matters worse, Liza has finally crashed after going on pure adrenaline for the last three weeks, and I feel so bad for her.

Then there’s me, responsible for bringing home the bacon, but needed to help with Asher as much as possible because mama is running a fever and going back and forth between the hots and chills all day. And yet, through it all, I have no choice but to do my best, and leave the rest to the divine Creator of the universe.  One of the greatest things about trusting in God is that His sovereignty actually makes a difference in my real life. It’s not some esoteric knowledge that’s good for only me and quite frankly, good for nothing. It’s real and tangible and causes me to think and act differently when going through the common, every day stresses and events of life, because I know He is completely and utterly in control.  It’s so easy to get caught up in all the doing of life, that we miss simply being.

I’ll give you a for instance.

This evening I have all sorts of bills to pay, tasks to do for the website, emails to get caught up on, Facebook messages to respond to, and for crying out loud I have my first of three fantasy drafts tomorrow and I haven’t looked at a single cheat sheet yet! But Liza is in bed, her mom is over graciously helping out with the mess we’ve created in the last couple of days, and Asher is getting seriously sick of living room. So, while I respect the mortgage company’s desire for my check, some daddy-Asher time was more important, so we went for a walk down to our community lake and back.  This was our first time ergo-ing it together, and I have to say, piece of cake. The boy didn’t cry a lick.  And I had to take a couple picks for my friend Amy, per her request:

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(Really, again?)

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(Now you want to be in the pic?  You’re getting carried away here buddy.)

This day was also momentous because earlier in the day, Asher made his first Chick-fil-A run with dad! His first greeters were Phyllis and I believe it’s Kailyn? Will need to confirm that later.

everydaywithchickfilaWe had some time to kill before picking up our Carlita’s Bowl Veggies from the Coop delivery, so we took shelter from the bright sun iin a nicely wooded parking lot at the girls’ West Pasco softball complex, and in case you were wondering, this is what an Asian Salad (same drum, I know) with extra wontons looks like.

everydaywithchickfila5And to make sure I documented the moment forever, here is a sleeping Asher and a photobombing dad, though really it’s more of a bristly dimple than anything:

everydaywithchickfila6Not only did I get to teach him about Chick-fil-A today, I also got to make his dinner and feed him too, which is the first time his mama hasn’t done it in about three weeks.  Open wide, buddy:

everydaywithchickfila7So now it’s almost 9:30 and I am quite confident that the flu or whatever my dear wife has will be on my docket next week, since I’m pretty sure I’m at the end of my adrenaline quotient as well. I suppose I should take this time to grab some shut eye while the boy’s getting his.

Guess the mortgage payment will have to be paid another day.

Day 71 – The Sun Sets on a Previous Era

Day 71.

everydaywithchickfilaThis is the scene that greeted me after driving through horrific rain and storms to get to my Trinity Chick-fil-A this evening. It’s an appropriate metaphor for a couple of reasons:

1) We are coming out of a stormy period of waiting. The last two years and four months have been incredibly long, fraught with money issues, paperwork issues, issues out of our control and issues of which we lost control. We experienced a failed domestic adoption two weeks before the birth mother gave birth (she went to a different agency), and our original referral, our son, Kiya, died on September 10th of last year, sending us into a period of mourning that still, to this day, will bring us to tears.

2) As we are coming out of these storms, we also know the sun is setting on this period of our life. 12 years of marriage without child, among other struggles, and yet God has kept us together and I am convinced, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that we are now stronger for it. Could we have handled a child 10 years ago? I’m sure we would’ve managed. But I know we wouldn’t have managed as well as we are now. Trials burn away the impurities in one’s character and life that good times never do. And thus, the sun has set on a particular set of circumstances – being without child – that will never rise again.

Of course there are new storms waiting, and in some sense, the journey is just starting. We know this. But we are ready, armed with battle wounds, scar tissue, and the grace and knowledge of God, for the days ahead.

There is much to report from last night’s events, as yesterday we picked up our son. But just as the sun has set on a life without kids in the house, the sun has also set on my sleep, and this old man needs some of it now while little man is getting some of his own.

I’ll give the deets tomorrow (details, people), but for now, just know that I had the Asian Salad tonight (no oranges, extra everything else), saw my guys Colby and the gang (Colby didn’t photobomb this time, but trust me, he was there), and there was no Asher in the car with me because of the lateness of today’s run.

everydaywithchickfila2Hopefully tomorrow he can get his first taste of Chick-fil-A with daddy. Just look at this face – it’s got Eat Mor Chick’n all over it!

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Day 61 – Making Mitch Mad (okay, not really “mad,” but I was going for the alliteration)

Day 61.

everydaywithchickfila1So the above pic is really for my buddy Mitch. Mitch called me while I was on my late night Chick-fil-A run, and I was happy to make him jealous of the current mission I was on. See Mitch is from Springfield, MO, and I believe they only recently got a Chick-fil-A in town. He hasn’t had the luxury of a VIP card obviously, but his options just to have access to a little piece of chicken heaven on earth have been severely limited as well. And he would be willing to pay full price!

Today I guess he was in St. Charles, MO, for a class he was teaching, and really wanted Chick-fil-A on the way home. He also really wanted to get out of the greater St. Louis area 5 p.m. traffic, so he, with all self-control, avoided eating so he could get out of town and on I-44 south to Springfield as quickly as possible.  Alas, by the time he cleared the major thoroughfares of St. Louis, the only Chick-fil-A he was having was vicariously through me, because there wasn’t a Chick-fil-A restaurant in sight. Haha. Don’t worry Mitch, it was my pleasure to let you live through me.

The end of the week is always mentally draining, but this week has to take the cake. I’m just ready to stop thinking. I need a good veg-out movie or some mind-numbing, mouth-drooling, blank-staring activity to lull me into a state of incredible non-productiveness.  Unfortunately, I really don’t see that on the immediate horizon. Too many responsibilities, and too much work to do.

The good news is, the fourth major golf championship of the year is on this weekend, and I’m hopeful by Sunday I have the majority of my honey-do’s completed, and I can let the sweet, sultry serenades of the velvety voice of Jim Nance accomplish said mind-numbing degeneration. Until then, I must press on toward the prize…

Had a new server tonight at Chick-fil-A (don’t worry, I’m not philosophizing about the word “new” this evening…..she was new to me).  Jessica was her name, and I’m happy to present to you her inaugural Every Day with Chick-fil-A picture and mention:

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Sydney was on the intercom, and I did in fact go back to the Asian Salad again tonight.  I do think there’s a subtle addiction forming, but I also just really like the salads in my current state. I’m eating late at night, and there’s nothing like the green leafy’s to make you feel a little lighter in your belly since you’re eating so close to bedtime.

I’m also really happy I’m starting this blog before 11:15 p.m. In fact, this blog is going to be in the books by 10:40.

I hope to share some new news tomorrow about our adoption as well. Some good stuff happening, but I feel deep pains of sympathy for my wife right now, who’s having a rough go at it. If you pray, pray for some God-given strength right now to be a new momma in a third-world country under less than ideal circumstances.  That does, however make me think of a good way to end this blog:

I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me… – Philippians 4:13

Yup, that’s my prayer for you, Liza. Hang in there baby.

Day 60 – Deep, Tired Thoughts

Day 60.

Wow. Six zero. Crazy that I’ve had Chick-fil-A every single day for 60 days. It’s a thing of beauty, is it not?

Now what’s not beautiful is this terrible pattern I’m in lately of doing these posts past 11:00 p.m. I’m an early riser, not a late night guiser. That makes no sense. Thus, the proof is in the writing – my best thinking is done between the hours of 6 a.m. and about 11 a.m.  I’ve got a five hour window people, so I’m really pushing the envelope with trite sayings and cliches, which are so much easier to write than actually having to prepare an original thought. But then again, is anything really original?   Isn’t every statement just a different way of saying that which has been said before? Nothing’s really new, is it?

Well, I take that back, because my server tonight was new.  But then again, she was only new to me.  She wasn’t new to Chick-fil-A or other customers or Trinity, Fl. So maybe nothing really is new.  This is something I’ll need to think about more between the hours of 6 a.m. and 11 a.m. some day.

Ah yes, my server, Alexis:

everydaywithchickfilaHaha, and I love it that James is photobombing in the background without even knowing it. I guessed his name was Paul tonight, but that’s someone else. I knew it was a biblical name. James is a manager and a good dude, but we’ve only really talked once. Gotta get to know that James a little more.

I got the Asian Salad again. I know, I’m becoming a creature of habit. But doesn’t it look so good?

everydaywithchickfila1That honey sesame dressing, those wontons, the almonds, the chicken, the non iceberg salad blend – what is not to love about this meal?  Truly a feat of culinary genius. I am hooked.

However, the meal wouldn’t have been quite as good if Alexis hadn’t caught that my salad was coming up with oranges but without chicken. That would totally defeat the purpose of eating at Chick-fil-A.  So nice catch Alexis.

I was able to talk with my buddy Bjorn on the way to and from my Every Day with Chick-fil-A experience, and it was about meaningful stuff too, not just sports and honey-do lists. Those are fine, of course, but if all you’re getting out of a friendship is superficiality that you could have with a perfect stranger, can you really call that a friendship?  We need to be getting more out of our interpersonal relationships than what Chick-fil-A meal we had that day or who our first fantasy football draft pick will be. Bjorn is the kind of friend that will listen to me drone on about projects around the house but will also encourage me to be a better husband and father, and will actually tell me when I’m thinking poorly or acting the same.  If you don’t have anyone in your life who will make you uncomfortable, then I would submit you’ve settled for less than what the human experience was designed to be.

May we strive for something more than just existing.

End, “Deep Thoughts,” by the Every Day with Chick-fil-A guy.

Day 59 – One Word: Mocha-Cookies-&-Cream-Milkshake

Day 59.

Well, it’s been another long day, so it’s going to be another short post.  Since Liza is in Ethiopia and we’re going to have a child in the house, I got a bunch of honey-do’s to get done before she gets here. So in addition to running Addicted to Saving while she’s gone, every other spare minute is devoted towards making the house nice. And since I’m not exactly a proficient honey-doer, the list gets even longer just because of my incompetence.

Fortunately I have some good friends that help me out, and are patient when I act like an utter fool. (Thanks Jake.)

My Chick-fil-A runs each day are nice because they force me to get out of the house and clear my head.  Plus, free Chick-fil-A.

Highlight of today has to be my first taste of the new Mocha Cookies & Cream Milkshake. Re. Dick. U. Lus. Worth every one of those 660 calories I consumed, imho.  I did run 3 miles in the hot Florida 2 p.m. sun (worst ever or dumbest ever, can’t decide), so I earned it.  This is me enjoying a sweet sip (note the eyes on the road; safety first).

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In addition to the milkshake (which was consumed by drive’s end), I went back to the well with the Asian Chicken Salad again. Something about those wontons and sweet honey sesame dressing that has me coming back for more.

Met a new worker today at the drive-thru window.  I think her name is Kayleigh, which I’m assuming is pronounced (Kay-lee)?  Welcome to the Every Day with Chick-fil-A family, Kayleigh:

everydaywithchickfila1As for an update on our adoption, I think I promised you one yesterday which is this – the finder of our son has been scheduled to meet with the US Embassy on August 15th. This is excellent news. Of course we want him to be there yesterday, but with a date in sight, it helps keep us out of limbo land.

However, I’m still in a sort of limbo land right now because I haven’t spoken with my wife since Sunday, so I’m super bummed. #lifeinafrica

Hopefully the interent/electricity/modern conveniences come back around soon. I sure miss that woman.

Day 57 – A Long But Productive Day

Day 57.

I love the Saturday Chick-fil-A run because it gives me multiple options for blogging.  It’s kind of like when we went rafting down the Nile while I was in Africa back in June – we could take the Mild or the Wild ride: your choice. (For the record, both rafts flipped and every team member was dumped in the Nile River for Moses-esque baptism.  Don’t you want to Man Up with us next year?)

I chose to blog on Sunday and I’ll tell you why. Here’s what Saturday looked like:

6:00 a.m. – Woke up and got ungroggy, took the dogs out, fed them

6:30 a.m. – Biked 6.25 miles and “bricked” a 2 mile run afterwards

8:00 a.m. – 3:00 p.m. – Worked on Addicted to Saving

3:00 p.m. – Had to get supplies because of the below pic, and felt it was my best option to stop by and grab my Chick-fil-A while I was out, even though I just had a little tuna for lunch.   I was going to to be busy the rest of the day:

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Now mind you, there was nothing wrong with the first picture. It was a lovely purple, and would’ve made for an excellent nursery….for a girl. (For those of you who don’t know, we were adopting a local gal’s baby girl last summer, and a couple of weeks before she gave birth, she switched agencies and we could not bring her home. It was devastating at the time, and still hurts if we look back at it and think too much about it.)

I guess a new color signifies a new beginning, though I was definitely lobbying to keep it the same out of sheer laziness. Liza won that argument. So now it’s this boring tan type of color, but the good news is, it will go with the safari-animal theme that she wants, which is appropriate for a boy, I suppose. Will give a final product picture I’m sure.

Since I didn’t start painting until about 5:00 p.m., and because I did some other projects around the house as well, by the time I put the paint brush up, it was past 10:00 p.m. and the Every Day with Chick-fil-A blog post could wait. Speaking of waiting, where was my Chick-fil-A entree this whole time while I was painting?  Patiently in the fridge:

everydaywithchickfila2The question is, did my meal keep for 7 hours in the fridge and what, you ask with on-the-edge-of-your-seat anticipation, did I get?

A salad. The Cobb Salad, to be precise, which was a slight variation from the three previous trips where I was loving on the Asian Salad.   Here’s the thing – you can’t go wrong with either. The Cobb has got that tangy, savory flavor going on with the Avocado Lime dressing, roasted corn, and the red pepper crunchies to top it off, while the Asian is more, well, Asian. Honey Sesame Ginger dressing on top of those garlic and ginger wontons – it’s got that touch of sweetness to it that makes you want just one more bite, you know?

At any rate, the salad kept, though my chicken was obviously cold after being in the fridge for 7 hours. I typically like food that’s supposed to be hot to scald my mouth, but in this case, I have to admit, it was still pretty tasty.  I got a great pic of my servers today, the once-reluctant Sarah on the left, and Paul, who is some type of manager at my local Trinity Chick-fil-A:

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Seriously, isn’t this pic dynamite? Nicely done. Great smiles.

So Day 57 is in the books. I loved that my wife left a comment on Day 56 (she never leaves comments), saying, “I could really go for a Chick-fil-A salad right now.” Can you blame her? Can’t wait to get that girl home with the contraband she went to retrieve (who calls his kid ‘contraband?’). Remember, she’s got a VIP card too; we can eat Chick-fil-A til we have chickens growing out our ears when you get back love.

Day 49 – Liza, Cheers Theme Song Remembrance & a Possible Coke Addiction Brewing

Day 49.

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I am one day shy of having Chick-fil-A, every single day (minus Africa days), for 50 days straight. It’s rather unbelievable, is it not? I mean seriously, think to yourself right now…”What would it be like to have Chick-fil-A for 49 days in a row? Hmmmmmm……”

Some of you are jumping with visionary joy over the prospect of biting into those deliciously prepared chicken sandwiches for lunch or dinner eaach day. But I best most of you are thinking, “Yeah, I don’t think I could do that.”

Now stay in that imaginary place with me for a few more seconds and picture this – you have 31 days in August, 30 days in September, 31 days in October, 30 days in November, and 31 days in December, each and every one of them, all 153, softly whispering, nay, beckoning for you to come out, one more time, and have a free piece of chicken….and then blog about it.

Yup, that’s my world.

But it’s all good, and I’m having a blast. Tonight’s run was fun for a couple reasons:

1) As you can see from the above pic, I got Liza to traipse out into the rain with me this evening, and it is always my pleasure (see what I did there?) to have her at Chick-fil-A with me. We had a late lunch again so I went with a lighter option tonight – #9 Chick-fil-A® Chicken Salad Sandwich meal with waffle fries and a Coke. I think I might be going down a dark, lonely road with the Cokes, however. Lately I’ve noticed a certain franticness as I get closer and closer to my Trinity Chick-fil-A, thinking about that sweet carbonation and how it will lift me into realms unknown. I realize that’s dramatic language, but this could be a dramatic situation. Granted, I don’t drink soda at any other time or at any other place….only Chick-fil-A. Why could this be? Am I Pavlov’s dog? When someone says “Dan Cathy” or “Eat mor chickin,” does my mouth start watering; do I get the shakes, even if they’re just mental? Must examine this more.

2) The second reason tonight’s run was a good one is below:

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On the left is Sydney, on the right is Megan – standby’s at my Trinity Chick-fil-A and I don’t even need to see their nametags to know their names. Ryan is just to the right of Megan, so it was like a Cheers theme song tonight at a place where everyone knows your name. Well, at least I knew theirs. It’s a fun bunch, and they’re always kind and gracious and quick with service – everything you want in your local Chick-fil-A.

Which brings up an interesting point…how well do you know your favorite Chick-fil-A employees?  Do you see them as individuals or faceless, nameless cashiers and drive-thru workers?  Do you acknowledge they have lives outside of Chick-fil-A with unique sets of problems and emotional baggage that may be weighing heavy on their minds at any given time?  Or do you just want your freaking Spicy Chicken Sandwich so you can stuff it down your piehole and yell at a passer-by trying to get to her car as you’re trying to open up that amazing Chick-fil-A sauce in such a frenzied hurry?  (In your defense, I’m always opening up that blessed Chick-fil-A sauce pretty quickly as well.)

Anyhow, certainly something to consider.  One of my favorite parts about this experience is getting to know the staff by name. Hopefully they feel the same??? I mean, it’s not hard, it’s right on the VIP Black Card. 😉

Day 42 – Migraine Hell Couldn’t Keep Me Away from Chick-fil-A

Day 42.

Alas, all good things must come to an end, and it would appear I have sufficiently eaten all 19 meal options at Chick-fil-A, from a #1 Original Chick-fil-A Sandwich meal some 20+ days ago, to the #8 Multigrain Oatmeal and Fruit Cup meal.

Now I realize that there are more breakfast entrees and side items to try out, but it’s July people – plenty of time!

This morning I was up early to schedule some posts for A2S, and then had to take the Sonata to the shop as the AC started blowing that hot, humid summer Florida air instead of the cool, crisp air of manufacturer’s freon. I ran back from the shop after dropping the car off and stopped off at the community pool to get some laps in. I am quasi-committed to the Tarpon Springs Triathlon on September 7th, so seeing as how I haven’t stepped foot in the pool since last summer, I’m thinking it’s time?

All that to say, by the time I got back, I had missed the morning Chick-fil-A run and decided to wait for the afternoon – I had to go out to pick up our veggies from Carlita’s Bowl Veggie Co-op later on, so I thought I’d grab my Chick-fil-A then.

Things were going well until I started making my juice from last week’s co-op, a conglomerate of all things fruit, though with some carrots to keep the juicer moving.  See the final product below:

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So what happened you ask?  Migraine. Haven’t had one all year. In fact, I had attributed my juicing to keeping the migraines at bay, but I haven’t been juicing except for once or twice a week since I got back from Africa. If you’ve ever had a migraine, you feel my pain.  I knew it was coming on, because all of a sudden I was seeing two apples instead of one, two knives instead of one, and in case you’re wondering, I did cut myself (just a little baby cut though – but I’ll take your sympathy.)

Well, to make a long story even longer, I ended up popping some Excedrin and lying down, only to get up and scrounge around for this Cambria (sp??) sample Ms. Ellie had given me (thank you, Ellie!). As these migraines usually do, once the double vision goes away, the headache comes on strong, and it nestles itself almost exclusively behind my right eye. While the meds helped, the only thing that really helps is a dark room and the fetal position. It’s not even the pain so much as it is the nausea – wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy, and that includes Packers fans.

Okay, maybe I wouldn’t mind if Aaron Rodgers gets one right before he has to play the Bears.

Fortunately it only lasted a few hours, but my afternoon was shot. (Thanks for picking up the slack, babe.)

Once I did start feeling less nauseated, I headed out to grab the perfect Chick-fil-A pick-me-up to offset the lowliness of migraine hell. My choice?  The #8 Chargrilled Chicken Club Sandwich Meal.

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Of course, it also felt good to get back on the server pic bandwagon, I’m not gonna lie.

The Chargrilled Club hit the spot, I must say, and I even saved some of the precious waffle fries for my sweet wife.  She really is sweet.  Today she was sterilizing and washing baby bottles when I got back from my Chick-fil-A/Veggie Co-op run, as she sets sail in less than two weeks for Ethiopia to be with our baby boy until he clears US Embassy and we can bring him home.

Two thoughts:

  • What will life with an Ethiopian year old baby boy be like?
  • How will I possibly make it without my wife here to baby me on days when I get migraines?

Ah, these are some of life’s greatest mysteries…

Day 26 – Working My Way thru the Menu: #9 Chicken Salad Sandwich Meal

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Day 26.

The picture you have just viewed above is a momentous one, dare I say, iconic. Why? It captures those time-standing-still seconds just before I had my first Chick-fil-A Chicken Salad Sandwich ever. That’s right folks. Never had one until tonight. Not only have I never had one, I haven’t even thought about having one. Chicken salad? Why not put on a tutu and dance the Nutcracker while you’re at it? It’d be like Fred dancing with Autumn, Sesame Street featuring Bert and Herbie, or the World Series being won by the Cubs: some things just don’t mix. Men and “salads” are two of those things.

Or are they?

Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for salads, especially those made by Mr. Giant Taco Salad Inventor. But when you’re at a Chick-fil-A, it just seems to me you should have a man’s sandwich, not something with a salad.  It’s a good thing I’m working my way through the menu, because I would’ve never tried a #9 unless I was blogging about my VIP status every day. I paired my Chicken Salad Sandwich meal tonight with waffle fries and a Sprite (looking for a refreshing finish).

According to Chick-fil-A’s website, the Chicken Salad Sandwich is described as: Freshly made at each Restaurant, this tasty sandwich is made with chunks of our Chick-fil-A chicken breast, chopped eggs, celery, sweet pickle relish and mayonnaise served chilled with Green Leaf lettuce on toasted Wheatberry bread.

Total Cost: $6.34 (free for me obviously)

Nutritional Content of the Chicken Salad Sandwich, waffle fries, and Sprite
1070 Calories
41g Fat
7g Saturated Fat
0g Trans Fat
85mg Cholesterol
1315mg Sodium
148g Carbohydrates
8g Fiber
59g Sugar
33g Protein

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The good thing about my local Trinity Chick-fil-A is that the people there are great. I don’t know if it’s the owner, the managers, the parents, or a combination of all three, but the staff couldn’t be nicer. Tonight’s server was (Amanda, I think???), and as you can see, she was happy to serve and seemed to enjoy her job. I think by now though everyone is at least aware of the weird Every Day with Chick-fil-A blogger, so they kind of don’t mind giving a smile for the camera. Besides, it just feels good to smile, am I right?

As for my Chick-fil-A Chicken Sandwich, I’ll say this – it was good. Not great, but good. Would I purchase it as a standalone? Probably not. Especially because if I’m going to put more calories in my body than a 4-pc Chick-n-Strips, I want it to knock my socks off. This was good, and I was more than happy to eat it, but if I’m looking for value, I’m probably looking elsewhere.

Final Every Day Rating – Going 7 out of 10 on this one. Again, the service was speedy and friendly, but I’m looking for more bang for my hard earned buck.