1 ½ lbs chicken breast
32 oz chicken stock
14.5 oz can diced tomatoes
1 medium yellow bell pepper, diced
1 medium orange bell pepper, diced
1 medium onion, diced
6 oz mushrooms, thinly sliced
4 large cloves garlic, minced
4 tbsp Taco Seasoning (get recipe here)
2 tbsp fresh cilantro, chopped
2 tsp sea salt, more to taste
Heat slow cooker on low setting.
Add all ingredients to slow cooker, cover and cook on low for 6 hours.
Using two forks, shred the chicken breasts. They should come apart very easily. Cover and cook 1 additional hour.
Per Serving – Calories: 73 | Fat: 1.5g | Protein: 12g |
Net Carbs: 4g
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I have seen an increase in followers and for each of those, I hope they have found something positive, raw, helpful, and truthful on my webpage. I really would like to know I have helped at least one of them. Thank you if you are a follower or subscriber!!!! You make writing so much more special, for me.
I just wanted to add,
—-my Word of the Day has turned to Word of the Week, this is in part because I post so much daily, I figured I would lay of off daily words.
I am so happy to say, I have made some awesome writer friends who support each other and they have become a part of my daily inspiration.
On occasion my poems may feel dark or down, do not be alarmed. It is a part of why I write. I would like others to know there is hope out there,, and you are not alone. I do not suffer any mental condition, like depression or like wise but I do know pain, fear, and emotions. I want to share those with others so they never feel alone and know they are normal in doing so.
I write a lot from my past, not so much my present. Being adopted changed me, and it brought out so many emotions and things that weighed down my heart and mind. Now as an adult with my own family, I learning more about how love and life is and I am so blessed to feel anything but that childhood pain. Yes on occasion I get down and out, and I do not allow myself to let it alter my present or my future. Like a student, I am learning more and more and hopefully one day I will sit back and say, “ah, that is what that was”.
Until then I will write with my all nd fell all those feelings as they come to me. I will not stop loving, stop listening, stop trying to better another person’s life. I will make the most of this life God has given me.
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I am struggling with so many burdens, this holiday season. I always do. I will be okay though.
Part of living is feeling, and sometimes it hurts to feel. That should not stop us, you, or me.
Take what you feel, put it into perspective, set it aside on a “back burner”for a while if you must. We all need a little time, to just rest.
Pick those feelings back up and work your way through them. Possibly a minute at a time, maybe a few days, possibly years. Take the needed time. Until one day those feelings have moved to a different way or position in your mind.
It is okay to feel bad, cry, close off yourself (only for a short time) just don’t let yourself stay down.
It gets very lonely at the bottom of feelings, you don’t want that.
To everything, every feeling, every hurt, give them a proper place in your head, your mind. Then move them out or better yet, replace them with better ones.
I am not a psychologist, doctor, or expert, but I have and do feel this thing called LIFE.
Have a good rest of your day.
You deserve unconditional love.
You are worth it!
Echos of a past long remembered
I sank in despair
Of things and people no longer there
My hurt was and is sometimes so hard to bear.
Echoing in my thoughts
Edging of things no longer being sought
But still apparently missed
Things so strong, like the warning of a snake’s hiss
Like a bedtime kiss
Echoes that no one but I can hear
Of those times that seemed to disappear
Those who are no longer near
The nights I lost so many tears
Echoes I will never be free of
Echoes that make you tough.
Adopted kids can feel a lot of pain, for a whole number of reasons.
This poem reflects the pain from a mother who choose to adopt out her own flesh and blood. Also this poems speaks from the one who was given away.
Having something that is so much a part of you as you are back.
To whisper things you need to believe, so you can go on to perform an unbearable act.
In desperation, you alone feel such great pain,
Giving away someone, and knowing it will increase your shame.
Tearing away at the edges that once sealed up your heart,
Just so you could actually live with a pretend of a different start,
Tucking in your feelings so no-one cam see,
What it did to you, what you gave up just to be anything but true
Knowing life hurts, but knowing that you are solely to blame,
In cognito, you survive, you bargain, you touch the flame,
Knowing you will burn, and they will too, because of your choice of separation,
They, lucky enough that there is adoption,
But forever they are un whole,
Looking forever for remnants of what is at the bottom of their hearts’ hole.
Forever,and such a shame it will most certainly be
That day, all things changed, when you gave away me.