When the Pie and I first started dating, we both had a lot more money than we do now (read: we have NO money now, and then we HAD money). So we used to go on these elaborate dates, which were so much fun.
On this one in particular, it was my turn to plan. We started out picking raspberries from a local farm (where I got bitten by a dog and I still have the scar, seven years later, but that’s another story), followed by a picnic lunch in a village park, a game of mini-golf (where I soundly beat the pants off the Pie), a nap, and then a late dinner at a fancy restaurant downtown. A good time was had by all.
But this story is about the picnic. As I said, we had only been dating a few months, and I wasn’t yet fully versed on the Pie’s various food likes and dislikes (he insists he’s not a picky eater, but the rest of us look at each other and shake our heads).
To impress my new man, I had prepared a sumptuous picnic feast, featuring as a main course my signature chicken salad sandwiches with moist, tender chicken, crisp celery, and just a hint of spice.
It turns out that the Pie didn’t like chicken salad. Note that I said “didn’t.” He gallantly took a bite of the sandwich, to be polite (after all, I had made him two sandwiches in anticipation of his appetite). Instantly, he was converted. Now he gets chicken salad all the time when he buys sandwiches.
So here is that recipe for you. Go forth and proselytize!
We had 2 boneless, skinless chicken breasts that we’d poached the day before. The trick with chicken salad is to mince your chicken. Most chicken salads have these huge chunks of chicken in them, which, while tasty, tend to fall out of your sandwich all over the place.
Also mince up a few stalks of celery.
I like the bottom of celery bits. It’s like a green flower.
Mix the celery into the chicken.
Now add about a teaspoon of paprika, and 2 teaspoons chili powder. You can add more if you like the taste.
Glop on about 2/3 cup mayonnaise (don’t skimp here, people, and use real mayo).
Mix that stuff up. Garnish with a festive sprig of basil and you have yourself some salad.
Which you can then put into sammiches. Which you can then eat.
Have you ever converted anyone to a food?