I sold my dry rub. Ten jars, twenty dollars each, to coworkers at the plant. Two hundred dollars in a weekend. The jars were mason jars with labels I printed at the library (simple: "Carter's Kitchen Dry Rub" in black text on kraft paper). The labels looked professional. The rub tasted professional. Jerome bought three jars and gave one to Miss Doris, who tasted it and called me that evening to say, "The coffee is smart. Did you figure that out yourself?" I said yes. She said, "Good. Keep figuring." Keep figuring. That is Miss Doris's version of a graduation speech.
The two hundred dollars went into the Carter's Kitchen jar on the counter. The jar now holds six hundred and sixty dollars. Small money. But the trajectory is upward, and trajectory is everything. A hundred dollars here, two hundred there, the catering gigs, the rub sales — the dream is being funded in increments, the way the food was learned in increments. One meal at a time. One jar at a time.
Aiden had a parent-teacher conference. Mrs. Thompson (now his first-grade teacher — she moved up with his class) said he is reading at a third-grade level. She said his math is strong. She said he is a natural leader. I sat in the small chair and thought about the college savings account: fifty dollars per paycheck, growing slowly, a financial prayer for a future I am betting on with every deposit.
I made fried chicken for the kids on Friday. Mama's recipe, my hands. The crust was crispy. The meat was juicy. Aiden ate four pieces (a personal record — he is growing, and growing boys eat like they are training for something, which Aiden probably is). Zaria ate two and said, "More crunchy," which is her way of saying the crust is the best part, and she is not wrong.
Sunday dinner was Mama's pot roast. Dad ate a full plate. His health has been stable — the latest bloodwork showed improved kidney function, a rare piece of good news in the ongoing negotiation between Ronald Carter's body and Ronald Carter's diabetes. Stable is good. Stable is the best we can hope for. Stable means more Sundays. More pot roast. More Dad in the recliner. More.
After watching Aiden put away four pieces of fried chicken on Friday night and hearing Zaria declare the crust the best part, I started thinking about how to carry that same crispy, satisfying energy into something a little different—something that still honors what Mama taught me but feels like it’s mine to build on. This hot chicken salad is exactly that: all the warmth and crunch of a proper fried chicken night, in a form that stretches a little further and feeds the people you love a little longer. It’s the kind of dish that belongs on the same table as the dreams in that mason jar on the counter.
Hot Chicken Salad
Prep Time: 15 min | Cook Time: 30 min | Total Time: 45 min | Servings: 6
Ingredients
- 3 cups cooked chicken breast, cubed or shredded
- 1 cup celery, thinly sliced
- 1/2 cup mayonnaise
- 1/2 cup sour cream
- 1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice
- 1 teaspoon onion powder
- 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
- 1/2 teaspoon black pepper
- 1/2 teaspoon kosher salt
- 1 cup shredded sharp cheddar cheese, divided
- 1 cup crushed butter crackers (such as Ritz), divided
- 2 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted
Instructions
- Preheat. Heat your oven to 350°F. Lightly grease a 9x13-inch baking dish and set aside.
- Mix the filling. In a large bowl, combine the cooked chicken, celery, mayonnaise, sour cream, lemon juice, onion powder, garlic powder, salt, and pepper. Stir until everything is evenly coated.
- Add cheese. Fold in 3/4 cup of the shredded cheddar. Transfer the mixture to the prepared baking dish and spread into an even layer.
- Make the topping. In a small bowl, toss the crushed crackers with the melted butter and the remaining 1/4 cup of cheddar until combined. Spread evenly over the top of the chicken mixture.
- Bake. Bake uncovered for 28—32 minutes, until the topping is deep golden brown and the filling is bubbling around the edges.
- Rest and serve. Let the dish rest for 5 minutes before serving so the filling sets slightly. Serve hot, straight from the pan.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 390 | Protein: 28g | Fat: 26g | Carbs: 12g | Fiber: 1g | Sodium: 520mg
About the cook who shared this
DeShawn Carter
Week 263 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.