October. Four years since the mastectomy. I don't count anymore — not intentionally — but the body remembers. October has a weight to it that other months don't, a heaviness in the first two weeks that I've learned to recognize as the anniversary that lives in my cells even when my mind has moved on. The body keeps the calendar that the mind discards.
I went for my annual screening. Mammogram, blood work, the whole ritual. Dr. Reyes, familiar and steady, said everything looked "excellent." The word "excellent" from an oncologist is worth its weight in gold, and I deposited it in the emotional savings account alongside "clear" and "remission" and "no evidence of disease." The hum dropped to a two. It'll stay there for a few weeks, then gradually rise, then I'll get screened again, and the cycle will continue, and the continuation is the proof: I am alive and being checked and the checking is keeping me alive.
Tom met Brett. Not planned — they collided at my house on a Wednesday when Tom came to pick me up for a date and Brett was already there for our standing dinner. The moment was awkward for approximately ten seconds and then Brett said, "You must be Tom. Heather says you cook," and Tom said, "She says you make risotto," and Brett said, "Claire taught me," and Tom said, "Learning from someone who cooks better than you is the smartest thing a man can do," and Brett looked at me and raised an eyebrow that said, "This one's okay," and that was that. The hardest introduction — the brother — was done, and it was done over a conversation about risotto, which is the most Dawson way to evaluate a person.
I made apple cider from scratch this week — not just heated juice but actual cider, from bushels of apples I bought at the market, pressed through a food mill, simmered with cinnamon and cloves and orange peel. The house smelled like October. The cider was cloudy and sweet and warm and it tasted like the ranch, like the orchard by the road to Filer, like every fall I've ever lived through. I filled mason jars and put them in the fridge and drank a cup on the porch in the evening cool and thought: four Octobers. Four years since the worst month. And this October is the best one yet.
After I filled those mason jars and sat on the porch with my cup of cider, I didn’t want the feeling to end — that warm, appley, October-smells-right feeling that I’d worked all afternoon to make. So I went back inside and built dinner around it. This Apple Cider Chicken Quinoa Skillet uses the same cider I’d pressed, the same spices I’d simmered, and turns them into something hearty enough for a celebration — because four years, an excellent from Dr. Reyes, and Brett raising that eyebrow at Tom all felt like reasons to eat something worth the effort.
Apple Cider Chicken Quinoa Skillet
Prep Time: 10 minutes | Cook Time: 30 minutes | Total Time: 40 minutes | Servings: 4
Ingredients
- 1 1/2 lbs boneless, skinless chicken thighs, cut into 1-inch pieces
- 1 cup quinoa, rinsed
- 1 1/2 cups fresh or store-bought apple cider
- 1 cup low-sodium chicken broth
- 1 medium apple, cored and diced (Honeycrisp or Fuji work well)
- 1 medium yellow onion, diced
- 2 cloves garlic, minced
- 1 tsp ground cinnamon
- 1/2 tsp ground cumin
- 1/4 tsp smoked paprika
- 1/4 tsp black pepper
- 1/2 tsp salt
- 2 tbsp olive oil
- 2 cups fresh baby spinach
- 2 tbsp fresh parsley, chopped (for garnish)
Instructions
- Season the chicken. Pat chicken pieces dry and toss with cinnamon, cumin, paprika, salt, and pepper until evenly coated.
- Brown the chicken. Heat olive oil in a large skillet over medium-high heat. Add the chicken in a single layer and cook 4–5 minutes per side until golden and cooked through. Transfer to a plate and set aside.
- Saute aromatics. Reduce heat to medium. Add the onion to the same skillet and cook 3–4 minutes until softened. Add garlic and cook 1 minute more, stirring frequently.
- Add cider and quinoa. Pour in the apple cider and chicken broth, scraping up any browned bits from the bottom of the pan. Stir in the rinsed quinoa and diced apple. Bring to a boil.
- Simmer. Reduce heat to low, cover, and cook 15 minutes until the quinoa has absorbed the liquid and is tender.
- Finish the skillet. Return the chicken to the pan and stir in the baby spinach. Cover for 2 minutes until the spinach wilts. Taste and adjust seasoning as needed.
- Serve. Divide into bowls and garnish with fresh parsley. Serve warm, ideally with a cup of cider on the side.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 420 | Protein: 36g | Fat: 12g | Carbs: 38g | Fiber: 4g | Sodium: 390mg