I got the juicer out last night and threw in some green grapes, strawberries, and a honeycrisp apple. Seriously? That’s the best juice I’ve ever had in my life.
Now that I’m (very) slowly starting to come back, I’m starting to realize how much I’d checked out. Wow. Hang in there, though; I’m on my way back.
I didn’t know what to make for dinner last night, so I looked at what I had in the fridge that needed to get used up. That was a red bell pepper, a green bell pepper, some Mexican blend shredded cheese, and about a cup of sour cream. Cool. Chicken s’ghetti was on the menu. I didn’t work from a recipe, so I don’t know how traditional or untraditional this one is, but Joe raved about it and ate two huge plates last night, so I wanted to remember what I did.
Faith’s Chicken Spaghetti
- 1/2 package of whole wheat spaghetti noodles
- 1 onion, chopped. Yellow is preferable, but white or red would be fine.
- 3 cloves garlic, pressed or minced.
- 1 chopped red bell pepper
- 1 chopped green bell pepper
- canola oil
- 2 tablespoons of butter
- 2 large cans chicken breast meat in broth (you could also use uncooked boneless skinless chicken breast, cut into chunks, or you could use veggie chicken pieces, cut into chunks. It’s your call)
- 1 can Ro-Tel tomatoes
- 1 can cream of chicken soup (you could use cream of mushroom if you prefer)
- 2 cups shredded Mexican blend cheese
- 1 cup sour cream
Cook the pasta according to package directions; drain and set aside.
Heat oven to 350 degrees F. Spray a large casserole dish with nonstick cooking spray and set aside.
Heat some canola oil and butter in a nonstick skillet. Add the onions; saute until they’re translucent and starting to soften. Add the garlic and peppers. Saute until the peppers are crisp-tender. Add the chicken. If it’s raw chicken, cook until the chicken pieces are no longer pink in the middles. If the chicken is already cooked, just warm through. Add the soup; mix well. Stir in the cheese, and cook until it’s nice and melty. Reduce heat and stir in the sour cream, mixing well. Do not allow it to boil once the sour cream is incorporated into the mixture.
Mix the wet mixture with the pasta, and pour the mixture into the prepared casserole dish. Cover with foil and heat for 30 minutes. If you want you can add some extra cheese on top during the last 5 minutes of cooking, but it’s really not necessary.
Goes well with a nice crispy salad.
So the writing every day in October? I already biffed it. Work is just kicking my butt right now. I barely made it to quitting time today without dissolving into tears. Not literally, because I hate crying at work, but just that feeling of frustration. I’ve got more work to do than I can possibly manage, and I’m Wonder Woman, which usually means it takes a person and a half or two people to do what I get done. That’s not bragging. I just go fast–I think fast, work fast, type fast, etc. I’m hoping it will improve as I ease into these new processes and get more comfortable with what I’m now doing. The combination of tedious intensity, though, is exhausting for me.
On the positive side, I do have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow to talk about getting my meds adjusted. It was a 6-week process to get onto the new med, so I imagine it’ll be a 6-week process to get back to where things were. Perfection. I was chill and mellow (for me), happy and excited about my friends and about life. And now I’m anxious and depressed and spending money I can’t afford to spend–no debting, though, so there is still some measure of self control–and arguing with my husband and avoiding friends. I don’t like it. It’s not a happy place for me.
It’s amazing to me how much I’m impacted by my medications. Two months ago one of my doctors decided it would be best to take me of one prescription and onto another one, due to one unwanted side effect from the prescription I’d been taking. So for the last two months I’ve gotten down to a very low dosage of the original one, and at a therapeutic dosage of the other.
I got a text yesterday from my favourite GypsyGrrl, asking if I was okay, and saying it seems like we’ve hardly talked at all. It kind of jolted me awake, and I started looking back at the past two months. Let’s see–not blogging, check. not going to movies, check. not getting out of the house much, if at all. check. spending much less under control than what had become usual for me, check. not wanting to talk to people or be with people, check. Yeah. Needless to say, on Monday I’m going to give that doctor a call and request to be put back on the other medication. I think the one unwanted side effect of that one is canceled out by all the depression I’m experiencing with this med.
So maybe I can get the old Faithie back?