Weekend Coffee Share #3 “Chicken, Cabbage n Carrots”

These last few days have been a complete test of my kitchen creativity, I have had to be utterly creative with whatever I could find in the house.
The last few days I had a small supply of chicken fillets from Schwans and then some cabbage and carrots from the food bank.

I astounded my husband when for 4 different meals straight, I presented all of them in different ways.

I guess I can make a Coffee Share about how I got creative in the kitchen again, this one even amazed me anyways.

For the first night I made baked chicken, with Cole slaw and carrots on the side in a hash. I have never made cole slaw before and I had to look up the recipe and it turned out great. I wish I had some pictures of it.

Then the second night I made Chicken Tacos with whatever spices I could find in the house and they turned out really good. For the second night I made a steamed combination of cabbage and carrots and seasoned it with lemon and put it under the chicken in the tacos. I surprised my husband when it tasted just like the Cole slaw from the day before, but it was a completely different way of presenting the carrots and cabbage.

Here are a picture of the chicken tacos.

chicken tacos with slaw
chicken tacos with slaw

Then the next day I miraculously realized that I had too many dried cherries and almonds and decided to make a chicken salad with the carrots, cabbage, chicken, and those. It turned out really good.

chicken salad
chicken salad

Then the same day I made chicken tacos but with a twist and put the tortillas and seasoned chicken under the broiler for a minute for a tostada effect.

Tonight, I found an abandoned package of ground chicken in the freezer…the last of our meat until I get money or food stamps. Both coming soon. And I am making a Chicken White Bean chili, I just browned the chicken with a whole hell of a lot of chili seasonings and I will update later on how it turned out.

NaPoWriMo Day 21 “Cinder Girl Poem”

You feed me twigs,

You feed me sticks,

You fall asleep upon my bricks.


You little cinder girl,

Always doing others will,

Who knows so little for yourself,

how can you ever know your own worth?


You may get some luck,

from a fairy who will dress you up,

take you away from my hearth,

take you to a castles, and princes and people and mirth,

but will you ever know your own worth?


Stay by my side,

Learn your own way,

Even though the prince in the castle wants you to stay.


Cinderella In The Corner; Illustration

You will be better Little Cinder Child,

If you learn to love yourself, be willing;

and not just do others bidding.






NaPoWriMo Day 24 “Whist Walking in my Abode…”

What doth thou findan when thou enter my abode?

doth hast a smell that you detest?

The wet dog on the dirty couch, perhaps?

Thine dishes stacked in the sink,

thine garbage overflowing?


Dost thou discover the sticky mess in the corner?

The bathhouse sink over yonder

hast a lego stuck betwixt the pipes,

wherefore it doth form a plug in it.


Doth thou findan the dirty hair

balled up in the bathhouse corner

from all the dog baths?


Doth thy loath my livings?

Dost bethink it quant?


Do not hold carelessly my abode,

hark! it is my only home,

methinks it never be clean anyways. =)




NaPoWriMo Day 19 “How to be a Princess”

I wrote this back in 2008, but it seems appropriate to finally share for this prompt.

Princess Rules 101

  1. Speak when spoken to; unless of course your aren’t supposed to interact with this member of your kingdom. In that case be pleasantly inaudibly persistent in refusing conversation.
  2. Say what you mean and mean what you say. It helps to know all the languages of your kingdom, and neighboring kingdoms, and all the cultures and body language.
  3. Think before you speak, as goes with number 2.
  4. Present Perfect Poise, Posture and be positive.
  5. Cook and have a specialty meal your Prince will soon love.
  6. Knowledge is Power and you must be a scholar to be respected as the upcoming queen of your kingdom.
  7. Although the situation rarely occurs, be prepared to live simply outside your palace walls, aka know how to live simply in your own kingdom.
  8. Be cautious yet polite to strangers.
  9. Know magic, fighting, gardening and especially history.
  10. Remember everything happens for a reason, and trust your instincts.

NaPoWriMo Day 15

I do not mind being that couple,

that no understands,


I do not mind being that couple,

that likes to be alone,


I do not mind being that couple,

that most people secretly envy,


I do not mind being that couple,

Bonny and Clyde,

Lucy and Ricky,


whatever they think we may be like,

I do not mind being that couple;


cause it means I will always be with you.

NaPoWriMo Day 11

I remember the wood,

I remember the feel of the concrete floor;

it was really cold, but not at night with a sleeping bag and a tent.

I remember the door,

I remember the other doors,

I remember the back, I remember the yard,

I remember the house; you having a party,

I remember the heater the shower and the static on the TV,

I remember falling in love with your music on the headphones that night,

thinking your intelligence was beyond anyone’s I had ever met before,

I remember sleeping by your side;

in the house, in the garage, in the shed, on the shelf..

slowing burning memory of the ‘chop shop’ in my head forever..

and finding true love in the most unlikely of places.


NaPoWriMo Day 8 ‘Flower’

Sometimes it seems

like I am a bit obsessed

with learning all the flowers.


I memorize names and uses

leave shapes and petal counts,

but I seem to get really excited..

when I come to find my favorite one right now,



I know it may not seem like much to you,

you may think that its a weed, or not of a use,

But not me.


I love Calendula;

its young petals and matured flowers.


I dry as much as I can get and preserve its oils,

making salve for my family and I to use.


It helps too many things to name,

as to why I love it so much.


Its the plant that keeps on giving,

easy to grow and cultivate,

I don’t have to wait years,

for a root to mature,

or a flower to bloom,

its constantly blooming,

even loving its deadheads off,

which you can then save for use.


I may not have the most beautiful words

to show my love;

but God, Myself and mother Earth knows

how much I truly love Calendula.



For some more Calendula fun see my post on making Salve here:



NaPoWriMo Day 6 “Food”

Definition of Food: Edible or potable substance (usually of animal or plant origin), consisting of nourishing and nutritive components such as carbohydrates, fats, proteins, essential mineral and vitamins, which (when ingested and assimilated through digestion) sustains life, generates energy, and provides growth, maintenance, and health of the body.

But Food is so much more then that..

Food is life,

Food is confidence,

Food is substance,

Food is community,

Food is Love.

I love Food so much, that I dedicated a whole blog with the intent of always writing about food. I only recently started to write more creative writing and poetry, but I still made this website for food.

I never knew how much food would change me,

learning about farm to table from the farmers at the market,

and cooking and learning vegetables from the hands that grew them,

I am blessed to be educated about food from the farmers market, so I am forever endowed to the farmers in Sebastopol from the years 2010-2013, I love each and every one of them.

And the bakers, the cosmic cookie jar, if you ever read this; You inspired me to bake more. I was so addicted to your baked goods each week that now, I bake almost every weekend.

I love farmers markets now, and I have a new appreciation for all kinds of raw food and even farmers that make the food from the market.

I loved learning from the farmers each week and it inspires me to eat better now and more fresh. It even inspires me to get to know the farmers in my new neighborhood of Mendocino county.

I love Food so much that I cannot express the WORTH, it has made me feel, the confidence you get in the kitchen learning is the best confidence ever, and you get rewarded with food that you made yourself. I am self taught and I hate messing up, but with every mistake, I am learning how to cook and prepare food more.

Since only self teaching myself how to cook in 2 years, I have learned how to make the following things without a recipe book not in front of me; Muffins of any kind, biscuits-both yeast and soda kind, yeast bread,pizza dough, salsa, slow cooked meats, and even angel hair pasta.

Here is a photo of a regular pasta night aka tonights dinner prep;

making angel hair pasta
making angel hair pasta

I LOVE FOOD. sorry, but I do..

How do you feel about it?!

I am sorry this isn’t a poem….


Streets are behind me…

The Streets are behind me

Living on them

being a part of them,

smelling them,

Hearing them.

Knowing each and every one of them,

How they breathe,

How they work,

who frequents each one,

and when they frequent them.


The streets are behind me,

Sitting on their benches,

Selling my soul in Artwork,

Begging for compassion.


Strength was given to me,

on those streets.

Hope was engraved within me,

on those streets.

Change started to brew inside me,

on those streets.

Becoming who I was meant to be,

Loving how I was meant to love,

Being who I was meant to be with,

if only for being a part of

those streets.


The streets are behind me,

but I still walk new ones,

like I know them,

like I have the right to know them,

getting to know them slowly,

but never as well as,

those old streets.


I’ve dealt with changes-

in weather,

in mental health,

in my body,

in my life-

and all while being

on those streets.


Had fetuses taken away from me,

from the spirits of the streets,

on the streets,

aka suffered miscarriages of epic pain,

while being on the streets.


I was also given redemption,

and a full term child to find a better life with,

while being on the streets.


The streets are behind US,

My love and I have a beautiful child,

from being in love,

on those streets.


The streets are behind US,

Years of agony,

years of hope,

years of waiting for something different,

years, decades;

time spent on

the streets are behind US.