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Chicken Florentine Grilled Cheese — The Sandwich That Says We're Going to Be Okay

The Sunday temple walk resumed. Not the full 1.2 miles — Ma's lungs aren't there yet. But we walked to the end of the block and back. Quarter mile. Together. Not fifteen feet apart in a driveway — side by side on a sidewalk, the way it was before. She was winded at the corner. We stopped. She held my arm — the first time she's touched me since February. Her hand on my forearm, small and strong, gripping the way you grip something you're afraid to let go of. We stood at the corner for two minutes while she caught her breath. The neighborhood was quiet. A bird was singing somewhere. The temperature was already eighty degrees at 8 AM because Houston doesn't care about your walking plans. She said, "Farther next week." "Farther next week," I said. We walked home. She made congee. I ate it at her table. The routine, reassembled. Not the same as before — Ma is slower, the walks are shorter, the world has a wariness it didn't have in January — but the structure holds. Saturday pho. Sunday walk. The bones of a life. Work is picking up slightly — restaurants are reopening and some are buying equipment again. My hours went back to four days a week. Not full-time yet, but closer. The paycheck is clawing its way back. Emma finished her junior year online. She's sixteen and she completed AP courses on a laptop in her bedroom. Her grades are stellar — 4.3 GPA weighted. She's starting to look at colleges in earnest: the Culinary Institute of America, Cornell's hospitality program, UT Austin, and the University of Houston (where she did the workshop). She wants a school that takes food seriously but also gives her a broad education. Tyler finished his first year at HCC with straight A's in the automotive program. He can diagnose an engine by sound now — tilt his head, listen, and tell you what's wrong. He sounds like Ma when she tastes a broth and says "more fish sauce" without thinking. The instinct is the same: years of paying attention, distilled into a moment of knowing. Lily's finishing eighth grade online. She's fourteen in December. The Bobby Tran BBQ Instagram is at 68,000 followers. She asked me for a raise. I said, "You don't have a salary." She said, "Then I'd like a salary." We're negotiating. Made banh mi for the family this week — the real kind, with baguette, pate, cold cuts, pickled vegetables, jalapeño. The sandwich that tastes like normal. The sandwich that says: the bread is fresh, the pickles are sharp, and we're going to be okay.

Banh mi was what I made for the family — but when it’s just me on a Tuesday night, after a walk that went a quarter mile and felt like a victory lap, I want something that hits the same note: fresh bread, something substantial, something pressed and warm and finished. This Chicken Florentine Grilled Cheese is that sandwich for me — spinach for the green Ma always says I don’t eat enough of, melted cheese because the situation calls for it, and good bread toasted until it holds together the way a routine should. It’s not banh mi, but it speaks the same language.

Chicken Florentine Grilled Cheese

Prep Time: 10 min | Cook Time: 15 min | Total Time: 25 min | Servings: 2

Ingredients

  • 2 boneless, skinless chicken breast halves (about 6 oz each), pounded to even thickness
  • 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
  • 1/2 teaspoon onion powder
  • 1/4 teaspoon black pepper
  • 1/2 teaspoon kosher salt
  • 1 tablespoon olive oil
  • 2 cups fresh baby spinach
  • 1 clove garlic, minced
  • 4 slices sourdough or Italian bread (about 3/4 inch thick)
  • 3 tablespoons unsalted butter, softened
  • 4 slices provolone cheese (or mozzarella)
  • 2 tablespoons sun-dried tomatoes, drained and roughly chopped (optional)

Instructions

  1. Season the chicken. Pat chicken breasts dry with paper towels. Season both sides evenly with garlic powder, onion powder, salt, and pepper.
  2. Cook the chicken. Heat olive oil in a skillet over medium-high heat. Add chicken and cook 5–6 minutes per side, until cooked through and internal temperature reaches 165°F. Transfer to a cutting board and let rest 3 minutes, then slice thin.
  3. Wilt the spinach. In the same skillet over medium heat, add minced garlic and stir 30 seconds. Add spinach and toss until just wilted, about 1–2 minutes. Season lightly with salt and remove from heat.
  4. Assemble the sandwiches. Spread softened butter on one side of each bread slice. Flip two slices butter-side down. Layer each with one slice of cheese, half the sliced chicken, half the wilted spinach, the sun-dried tomatoes if using, then a second slice of cheese. Top with remaining bread slices, butter-side up.
  5. Grill until golden. Heat a clean skillet or griddle over medium heat. Add sandwiches and press gently with a spatula. Cook 3–4 minutes until the bottom is deep golden brown. Flip carefully and cook another 3–4 minutes until the second side is golden and the cheese is fully melted.
  6. Rest and serve. Transfer sandwiches to a cutting board and let rest 1 minute before slicing in half. Serve immediately.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 610 | Protein: 48g | Fat: 28g | Carbs: 38g | Fiber: 3g | Sodium: 820mg

Bobby Tran
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Bobby Tran
Week 220 of Bobby’s 30-year story · Houston, Texas
Bobby Tran was born in a refugee camp in Arkansas to parents who fled Saigon with nothing. He grew up in Houston straddling two worlds — Vietnamese at home, Texan everywhere else — and learned to cook from his mother's pho and a neighbor's BBQ smoker. He's a former shrimper, a recovering alcoholic, a divorced dad of three, and the guy who marinates brisket in fish sauce and lemongrass because he doesn't believe in borders, especially when it comes to flavor.

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