Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Creamy Chicken and Bean Noodle Soup AND New Beginnings poetry

Cold weather can be depressing, lack of sunshine, cold wind, cold temperatures and be shut indoors.

So to combat the blues I made a big pot of soup this past weekend. Well, actually I made two pots, two different soups. Here is one:
Creamy Chicken and Bean Noodle Soup
4 chicken thighs, boneless skinless cooked and shredded
1 can chick peas rinsed and drained
1 can kidney beans rinsed and drained
1 can diced tomatoes, drained
1 can cream of chicken soup
1 TBSP parsley
1 tsp paprika
1 tsp onion powder
1 tsp fresh ground pepper
salt to taste
1 big box of fat free reduced sodium chicken broth
1 1/2 cups dry pasta
2 cups water
Mix all the ingredient in a large stock pot and allow to simmer until the noodles are done. ENJOY

See, quick, easy and delicious!

This post is also part of the monthly poetry group that I participate in. Each month we choose a theme and everyone gets creative. Scroll down to read my poem, don't worry I'm okay, then hop over to visit the others.

Patsy Cline's song Blue is one of my favorites. It came on the radio a few days ago and I thought about this upcoming post. 

"Blue, oh so lonesome for you
Why can't you be blue over me?"

New Beginnings, why be blue over something from the past? Why worry or fret because someone is not worried over what they have done to you? Move on. Move forward. New Beginnings. These are some of the thoughts floating through my head.

New Beginnings
Once there was a girl
frail, meek and mild.
She thought she had found
the love of her life.
He changed a little,
day to day something new.
Until she no longer knew him
and wished she never had.
She worried and fretted.
She questioned her life.
Until one day he asked her,
to be his lovely wife.
She was overjoyed
and said yes,
but then she wound up
with a knife,
it was sticking through her heart.
The same heart she loved him with.
The same heart now ripped apart.
If only she had of left sooner,
none of this would have come to pass.
New Beginnings;
yes she found hers.
Just not the way you expected
and not how she wanted.
So if you are like her
and find yourself alone at night,
be thankful and rejoice,
because you're not at the end of a knife.
He's not nice.
he's mean, cruel and cold/
kick him out and find another
or spend your nights alone.
it's not so bad,
you might be a little sad,
but oh how glad you will be,
when you really start to enjoy -
your new beginnings.


  1. Yow! Well done.
    And very good advice!

  2. Oh man. That knife is seriously dangerous. And that recipe looks delish.

  3. First the poem: All I can say is this one broke my heart. Too many people in this world don't get away soon enough. Although this is a sad poem, I see hope.
    And the recipe: love the addition of beans to a chicken soup (or chicken to a bean soup), sounds hearty for a cold winter day.

  4. I love love love your poem. Simply beautiful... So well written.

    Thanks for the recipe!! I love soup!!