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I'm fucking tired of rice

I've been eating way too much goddamn rice lately. I'm going to have to start coming up with experiments for rice if I'm going to keep eating it. I'm just...fucking tired of it. I mean, look at the title. 
But a fat man's gotta eat, so I went with just meat and veggies for dinner. Simple, healthy-ish, and tasty; that's the goal, right? I'm still getting over being sick, so I didn't have a ton of energy to do anything too interesting, and I need to go to the grocery store, so my ingredient selection is dwindling. Still, I diced up some fennel root, thinly sliced some garlic, and roughly chopped some red onion (clear bowl), popped the stems and trimmed some nasty spots off of my last 4 mushrooms, and sliced up a side of orange bell pepper. Perfection.
Meatwise, I removed the skin and sliced some thin fillets (are they called fillets? I don't fucking know) out of a chicken breast, four in total. I chopped up the skin and set it aside, then seasoned the fillets with a little salt and pepper and threw some flour over them to give them a little bit of a crust. I wasn't trying to bread it (though that's always an option if you feel like it); the goal was just a little texture and color. I fried those up in some butter and olive oil, then set them on a plate for veggie time.
This horrific image is what you get when you dump fennel, onion, and garlic into a hot pan with chicken bits stuck to the bottom, deglaze with red wine, and add a scoop of butter. I let that all sweat for a minute or two before dumping in my salted chicken skin chunks. Sounds appetizing, right? Well, it fucking is. 
Once the skin was about finished cooking, I dumped in my bell pepper and mushroom caps and kept all of that sautéing together, seasoning with a little salt, a little pepper, and a decent amount of turmeric and smoked paprika. Once my peppers had softened enough to be mostly flaccid, I pulled my pan off the heat and plated up.
I kept everything simple from the outset, so plating was going to be no different: a fillet topped with saucy veggies. The garnish really brought the color pop as I wasn't doing much with the chicken at all. Having those bits of chicken skin in the veggie mix was a great little bit of variety, plus it helped tie the flavors of the two parts together quite nicely. All told, the entire process took about 25 minutes and one pan, so definitely a weeknight winner for a tired, sick, old drunk guy. Also, I am really fucking tired of rice. That is all.
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