First week in the new apartment and we are still finding our rhythms. Boxes everywhere. Aiden keeps running into the wall of his new room because the layout is different and his spatial memory has not updated. Brianna is nesting — arranging furniture, hanging pictures, organizing the nursery closet with tiny clothes that make my chest tight. Some of the clothes are Aiden's hand-me-downs. Some are new, bought from a consignment shop in Ferndale. All of them are impossibly small.
The third bedroom is transforming. Brianna painted one wall the soft yellow she chose, and I painted the other three white over the weekend. I am not a good painter. There are drips. There are spots where the roller left uneven patches. But the room is bright and clean and waiting, and that is what matters. Aiden stood in the doorway and said, "Baby room?" and Brianna said, "Yes, baby room," and he looked skeptical but did not protest. He does not yet understand that his world is about to be divided in half.
Work was long this week. Ten-hour shifts Monday through Friday, with Saturday off, which I used entirely for apartment setup. I assembled a crib from IKEA, which took four hours and involved two trips to the hardware store for bolts that were supposed to be included but were not. IKEA furniture assembly is the modern American rite of passage — it tests your patience, your relationship, and your ability to follow instructions that appear to have been written by someone who has never seen the furniture in person. The crib is standing. It is level. I am emotionally depleted.
Mama came for Sunday dinner at the new apartment — the first Sunday dinner we have hosted instead of attending. This was a big deal. Mama brought the food, obviously (fried catfish, coleslaw, and hush puppies — her portable feast), but she sat at our table, in our kitchen, and ate from our plates, and that transfer of Sunday dinner from her house to ours felt like a ceremony. She was not passing the torch — Mama will host Sunday dinner until the end of time — but she was acknowledging that we have a table now. A real table, in a bigger apartment, with room for the family that is growing.
Dad sat in the living room and watched the Tigers on our TV. He fell asleep by the seventh inning. Aiden climbed onto his lap and fell asleep too. Two Carters, two generations, asleep in my apartment, in front of my TV, in the home I am building for my family. The image is burned into my memory like a brand.
Mama handled the catfish and the hush puppies — that was never up for debate — but hosting our first Sunday dinner meant Brianna and I needed something to put on that table ourselves, something that said we live here now, we cook here now. This broccoli salad is the one we’ve been making ever since: crunchy, a little sweet, a little smoky from the bacon, the kind of side dish that holds up next to a fish fry and doesn’t apologize for itself. It felt right for a day that was already about showing up as something new.
Broccoli Salad
Prep Time: 15 min | Cook Time: 5 min | Total Time: 20 min (plus 30 min chill) | Servings: 6
Ingredients
- 6 cups fresh broccoli florets, chopped into bite-sized pieces
- 6 slices bacon, cooked crisp and crumbled
- 1/2 cup red onion, finely diced
- 1/2 cup sharp cheddar cheese, shredded
- 1/3 cup dried raisins or sweetened dried cranberries
- 1/3 cup roasted sunflower seeds
- 3/4 cup mayonnaise
- 2 tablespoons apple cider vinegar
- 2 tablespoons granulated sugar
- 1/4 teaspoon black pepper
- 1/4 teaspoon salt
Instructions
- Cook the bacon. In a skillet over medium heat, cook bacon until crisp, about 4–5 minutes. Transfer to a paper-towel-lined plate, let cool, then crumble into pieces.
- Make the dressing. In a small bowl, whisk together the mayonnaise, apple cider vinegar, sugar, salt, and black pepper until smooth and well combined. Taste and adjust sweetness or acidity as preferred.
- Combine the salad. In a large mixing bowl, combine the broccoli florets, red onion, cheddar, raisins (or cranberries), and sunflower seeds. Pour the dressing over the top and toss until everything is evenly coated.
- Fold in the bacon. Add the crumbled bacon and gently fold it into the salad so it stays crisp and distributed throughout.
- Chill before serving. Cover the bowl and refrigerate for at least 30 minutes before serving. This allows the flavors to come together and the broccoli to soften slightly while retaining its crunch.
- Serve. Toss once more before plating. Serve cold alongside your main dish. Leftovers keep refrigerated for up to 2 days.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 310 | Protein: 9g | Fat: 24g | Carbs: 16g | Fiber: 3g | Sodium: 420mg
About the cook who shared this
DeShawn Carter
Week 62 of DeShawn’s 30-year story
· Detroit, Michigan
DeShawn is a thirty-six-year-old single dad, auto plant worker, and a man who didn't learn to cook until his wife left and his five-year-old asked, "Daddy, can you cook something?" He called his mama, who came over with two bags of groceries and spent six months teaching him the basics. Now he's the dad at the cookout who brings the ribs, the guy at the plant whose leftover gumbo starts fights, and living proof that it's never too late to learn.