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I don't know about you, but I am done with turkey.  The thought of another turkey sandwich makes my skin crawl...but we still have a lot left!  Anyone else feeling the same?  Well, the great thing about left-over turkey, is that it can be transformed into almost any recipe that calls for chicken and since it's already cooked it saves time.  I love anything that saves me time!  Here is the recipe that we'll be having for dinner tomorrow.

Hope y'all enjoy!



White Chicken Chili

1/2 of  a whole chicken, cooked, shredded
2 large onions, chopped fine
2 Tablespoons olive oil
2 (16 oz.) bags navy, or great northern beans
2 (14 1/2 oz.) cans chicken broth (or homemade)
2 (4oz.) cans green chilies or 4 fresh roasted chilies
3 tsp. garlic powder
2 tsp. salt
2 tsp. ground cumin
2 tsp. dried oregano
1 tsp. pepper
1 1/2 c. sour cream
1 c. 1/2 and 1/2

Rinse beans; cover with water and cook in crockpot (on low) overnight.  Continue cooking until soft; add water as needed.  Saute onion in olive oil until translucent; add chilies and cook 5 minutes.  When beans are soft, drain off water.  Return beans to crockpot.  Add broth, chilies, chicken, onion and seasonings.  Cook and stir (on low) for 1-2 hours longer.  Stir in sour cream and half and half.  Serve immediately.  Top with cheese.


Until then...
Jessie

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