Stuffed Chicken Breast Bacon Wrap Dinner

Okay I know its been a while since I've posted anything, but tonight I made stuffed chicken with bacon wrap. I was toying with the idea since I seen the post on YouTube about SCBWB. It look yummy and easy enough. So I take the chicken out and butterfly 6 of them, then in a bowl I put instant stuffing with some water and butter. I microwaved it for a min. Then I stuffed it in the chicken and took some bacon and wrapped my chicken. I didn't have any string or toothpicks so I was worried about it staying together. I placed the chicken in a frying pan until a crust formed on each side. I placed the chicken in the oven for 25min in the oven at 350 degrees. I also placed a bowl of instant white rice equal parts rice and water in the microwave for 5 min. So the bacon stayed on the chicken and FYI you should place the chicken on a pan with a grate in it so the grease can drain.

Now waiting for it I was so excited to taste it because who doesn't love bacon? So 25 min later I go to the oven and boo. I wasn't very impressed with how it turned out. First of all it needs a pan that has a grate so it can drain. the bacon on top was nice and crisp but the bottom was another story. My husband loves it and so does the child.lol This mom was unhappy, and unimpressed with it. I will not be making this again.

Have you ever tried a recipe that just didn't work out? Please share with us.

Expectations

I was thinking this morning about my dreams I had when I was younger.I always thought I would have a huge house, husband, children, lots of money and be a Renaissance woman. I was feeling really disappointed lately with my life. I was asking God " What did I do to deserve so many trials and loss, but as you know God doesn't make mistakes. He gave me more then I ever wanted when I was younger minus the money.  I wasn't seeing the treasure right in front of me. I live in an old church, He gave me a husband that loves me unconditionally and provides for me, blessed with a little girl with her own personality, and as for the money it comes and goes. It never stays long, but that's okay. We were never that good of friends. Could I be the kind of woman that is never satisfied? This sounds like most of the women in my life. God is breaking me down to show me that everything I complain about I asked for. I have an idea that maybe its not that everything is wrong, but maybe I am? I did a search on Google looking for a passage about changing others and the only thing that comes up is How to change your heart, or don't compare yourself with others. God works in mysterious ways sometimes. I have allowed myself to be disappointed by my decisions. We can't expect to be happy or expect things to change by doing the same things over and over that make us unhappy. Things will stay the same. And as for the losses in my life, well this is part of living life. We are here to learn to love God  and to touch others along the way. I have allowed expectations for cloud the treasures I have for far too long. God has been there many times and got me through hard, and sometimes painful life lessons. I'm sure hes waiting with his foot tapping asking if I'm ready to move on to a new lesson. All I can do is try to turn from expecting things to be a certain way or just being tankful for everyday He gives me.

Pumpkin muffins

Well tonight I was  ready to settle in for a night, but not the family. They begged me to make pumpkin muffins. So without milk I took my chances. I put a can of pumpkin filling in the batter to make it moist. WOW just a little too much.lol I had to add a little more flour to the batter. They were great with some butter. It was a nice touch on a cold night. This mom is ready for some r&r. See you on the flip side!

Did you make anything special tonight?

Just another day in Paradise!

I don't know about you, but sometimes I have those days of utter lack of motivation. When I say sometimes I really mean 90% of the time. I love my daughter with every bit of my life, but she tests me everyday. I have to say from the moment she wakes up till sundown shes ripping up my house. I have had talks, charts, deals, and just plain reasoning to make her understand that we have to pick up our mess! To no prevail nothing sinks in. I have come to the conclusion that the Lord has blessed me with a child to teach me patients. Now I'm not talking about the kind of patients of a parent with a well behaved child that is learning direction. I'm talking about a child that makes you want to rip your hair out of your head! I understand that God doesn't give us more then we can handle but come on! I would love one day that she doesn't dress the dogs in her clothes, paint a picture on the bathroom wall with my nail polish, and this list could go on and on...... But I love her. She is smart, funny, creative, and very outgoing. There are some days when I wish the Lord would just let me do alone with no husband, child, dogs, cats, and whatever else that's living in this house right now. Does this make me a bad mom? Is it wrong to ask for alone time? I think having time to yourself makes you a better parent. I use to think if I wasn't consumed in my family that I was a bad mom. I wouldn't trade that for the world, but every mom deserves to have some alone time, even with all the paradise as for as the eye can see! Have a blessed day

Roots

I came across a TV show on HBO "The Latino List". It really hit home with me hearing the stories about certain entertainers, Journalists, and Actors. I grew up in 2 very different worlds. From age 1-12 years old I was raised in California. I knew my Moms side of the family was Mexican, and that my Dad was White. See growing up in California I never noticed or realised that I was in a different group. My mom always taught me to be proud of who I am and my Latin roots. My Grandpa didn't want my mother to know Spanish, because he wanted her to be American. So this meant I knew I was Mexican just didn't really know exactly what that meant. When I was 12 we moved to Iowa and I got to see the difference between being a mixed child and The All American White bread home life. See I have the Heart of a Latina and the skin color of a white girl. I never thought bad about who I was. I thought it was special that I have Latin blood. Coming to Iowa people reminded me that my family was different. My older brother was dark skinned, and my younger brother and I were light skinned. People would call us wetbacks, spic's, and trash. I even remember my Social Studies Teacher asking me i"D you know what they called a person who crosses the water to come to America?"I didn't know and he laughed and said "Well you should know, because you are one;A WETBACK!" Talk about feeling alone, and of course the whole class laughed. There was a time when my mom shared a story with me about my brother.My mom worked at a truck stop in town and my older brother went in to talk to her and after he left a customer said to my mom" Man those dirty Mexicans are everywhere. Was he bugging you?"My mom said to the customer " Excuse me but that's my son!"See in California there's so many different ethnicity groups that you don't notice the how different we really are. I mean I moved to a town with 1600 white people who that if a black person touched them it would rub off. CRAZY RIGHT!See my older brother was the only one who really understood my desire to hold on to who I was and wanted to become. Someone who was proud of roots and wanted to show people how beautiful it is. My younger brother just liked fitting in. I was more of the one who went against the grain.lol When I was 15 my older brother was killed in an automobile accident. So many people said he must of caused, since hes Mexican. I figured I would fight anyone who said anything derogatory about Mexicans or my family. I was gonna take on the world at 15. I spent many times alone with no one who understood me not even my own family. See I was unwilling to just settle and be nice to the people who said hateful comments, or jokes. I went through my whole school career fighting for something no one but me cared about. As an adult I have calmed down a lot. I have come to the realisation that all I did was show how ignorant I was by how I represented myself to other people. Since I didn't have anyone who cared about my dream to get to know my culture, my roots it left me blind. In the years since I have Married a wonderful man and have a daughter. This is my chance to show my daughter not only is she a beautiful person but she has special roots. I will not only teach her where we came from but learn along with her. I don't blame my family for not being there for me. I know they didn't understand and I'm okay with that now. God has healed those wounds and made me new. I'm just thankful that God made me a Latina!

 

"Where is my picture?" Says the husband



Right before we got married

Now I love my husband and hes my number one fan, but I didn't think about putting him in my blog because didn't think he would want me to talk about him. But since his comments last night I will give a little introduction.lol My husbands name is Tom and he is the best thing in my life. I met him during a life change. I was getting serious about my relationship with God and wasn't sure how any man would fit in my life at the time. I was moving when we met and he offered to help me. He didn't even know me. He just knew my name was Sarah and I had this one on one relationship with God. It was funny how he just came into my life and I wasn't even thinking about being with anyone. We hung out and I started going to church with him after my move. Within 2 months we married at him friends church. I didn't realise it at the time but it was a blessing. I know we couldn't possibly know each other good enough, or be ready for this leap. God doesn't make mistakes and this was his plan. God knew that knew that his strengths were my weaknesses, vise versa. During our years of marriage we have moved 5 times, had a daughter, lost a baby, lost my mother, and had people in and out of our lives. I have come to the conclusion that no matter what challenges arise we attack them head on together. I have enjoyed our life so far. I wouldn't change a thing. I love you Hubby! God gave me a Best Friend.

Start with Gospel in your heart!

Hey! This morning started out pretty early. At 5am I was awaken with the need of some Gospel music. I don't know if that happens to you, but I was nudged to turn on some CeCe Winans and haven't stopped listening yet. I'm pretty sure the Lord had a plan to put a skip in my gitty up.

I went to the local Walmart and took advantage of the deals and found each person I encounter I brought them a little sunshine on a cloudy day. I felt for each smile I shared I was passing along a hug from The Lord. I think sometimes we forget that sometimes we're the only way some people meet The Lord. I feel The Lord pressed that on my heart this morning. A lot of the time I feel insecure about sharing The Gospel or just saying God Bless. The fear that someone will say something mean. Each person I encountered has added to my testimony.

What small steps have you taken to pass on the Gospel, even if its through sharing music with someone?