The ingredients I used were as follows:
- 2 stalks celery diced
- 1 medium yellow onion, diced
- 2 chicken breasts, boiled, shredded and cut up
- 1 4 ounce bag of dried cranberries for salad
- Duke's Mayonnaise
- 1 lemon
- Salt and pepper
- dried dill
I found bone-in, skin-on chicken breasts on sale at Kroger. I boiled these and carefully removed the bones. This is a great opportunity to save the chicken stock for later. (I'm going to freeze mine in ice-cube trays!) Just be very careful to get the bones out of the chicken. Set the chicken aside to cool while you dice your celery and onions small. Even my picky oldest daughter will eat this. She loves chicken salad! She usually does not eat anything with vegetables but as long as the celery and onion are small, she eats!
After dicing the celery and onion, I shredded then cut up my chicken. I like to shred the chicken with my hands. This way I can feel for any bones I may have missed the first time. After shredding and chopping the chicken, I mix in my celery and onion. I am still using my hands at this point. I did not use all of the celery and onion. It is a matter of taste at this point. As I mixed it in, I watched the ratio as I added it. I really did not want the celery or onion to out-gun my chicken.
After washing my hands I decided it was time to switch to a spoon. Here is where the measuring goes out the window! Once again it comes down to a matter of taste. I cut my lemon in half and only squeezed half into my chicken/celery/onion mixture. I tossed in the bag of dried cranberries and stirred. Next I added the first of what was to be three large tablespoons of Duke's Mayonnaise. I kept stirring. Added salt, pepper and approximately 1/2 teaspoon of dill weed. I stopped. I tasted. I added more mayo. More salt. More stirring. This is where you just have to go with your gut....or more with your taste buds. I did not want soupy chicken salad. I did not want salty chicken salad. I knew if I accidentally added to much dill weed my kids would not eat it. It was a ballet of chicken salad in the kitchen. Eventually I stopped adding things and called in the BIG GUNS. My seventeen year old son has no problems telling me like it is when it comes to my cooking. He came in. He took a bite, nudged me out of the way, grabbed the bread and made himself a sandwich.
Later he came into my office and declared it was good. He thanked me for dinner and asked me to make it again. He said it needed a little something more. "Mayonnaise?" I asked. "No." he said. "More crunch?" I said. "No, but maybe more of the dill weed next time." Hmm...I was surprised. Stay tuned for the next chicken salad adventure...
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