Friday, Jan 18
I have a confession to make. I have been watching entirely too many episodes of Mad Men while I’ve been sick. And now that I’m feeling better I can’t stop. It’s just that kind of show. I started with Season One, Episode One and I just finished Season Three, Episode Eleven. It really is getting out of hand. For those of you who aren’t familiar with Mad Men, the show is set in the early 1960’s. Betty Draper, the main character’s wife, is the epitome of what I have always imagined a 1950’s early 60’s housewife to be. She feeds the children before Dad gets home and then offers him either a hot meal, or, if it’s summertime, cold cuts or cold chicken salad after work. I watched Don Draper eat a plate full of chicken salad with Ritz Crackers and the next thing I knew, I needed some cold chicken salad. Ya gotta love pregnancy cravings! This is the recipe I concocted to suit my needs. Oh, and by the way, this is exactly what I look like when I’m at home doin’ my thang everyday:
3 boneless, skinless chicken breasts: season with plenty of salt and pepper and bake at 350 for 30 minutes. Allow to cool. Dice.
2 hard boiled eggs, diced
1/2 of an onion, diced
2 ribs of celery, diced
1/2 of an apple, diced
dressing– Whisk together the following:
two heaping spoonfuls (about 1/2 cup) of Duke’s mayonnaise (yes, the brand matters)
1/4 c sour cream
juice of one lemon
coarse salt and freshly ground black pepper
Add about half the dressing to the salad and stir. Add more dressing if you’d like. It’s a matter of taste, really. Fresh tarragon would be delicious in this salad, but not everyone cares for it and you don’t need much. It’s a very strong herb. Green and/or red grapes would be yummy too.
PS I am not proposing that you start watching Mad Men as I have. This is not an endorsement of the show at all. It is chock full of smoking, drinking, and cheating. Lots of cheating. However, if you already watch the show, you understand. Please, no spoilers. I am enjoying the LONG, drawn-out suspense of watching it one season, one episode at a time at my own feverish pace.