Chicken salad is one of those classics that it’s ok to mess with.
My 98 year old grandmother, Mamaw, lives with my mom and dad, right down the street from Joey and me. We’re lucky to have family so close and I still don’t spend as much time with Mamaw as I should. My mom does all the hard work of taking care of the house, cooking for my dad and Mamaw, and she works at our our spice shop in Duck.
Last night, I roasted a bunch of bone-in, skin-on chicken breasts to use for Joey’s sandwich fillings (I recently decided we could do better than processed turkey every day). While I was at it, I made some chicken salad to share with Mamaw and maybe lighten my mom’s load just a teeny tiny bit. Continue reading “Chicken Salad”