Love of food through Chicken Salad

I found my love of food by making Chicken Salad. Now I know that might sound a little strange, but that's exactly what happen. Growing up every Christmas and Thanksgiving I was in the Kitchen with my Grandma cook a mouthwatering meal. I was her second hand person when it came to the Chicken Salad. While we were fixing the delicious side we would always talk and joke around; she would also give me some of the best advice during this time. I thought we were always just messing around, I never thought that I would one day take over the job of fixing the chicken salad for holidays after she passed away. I can almost imagine the crinkle of her button nose, the I told you so look, and her contagious laugh, if she had been around too see that I put too much mustard. The recipe was always a little bit of salt and pepper. I touch of this, a spoon of that. There was never no actual measurements. I would always complain how scorching the chicken was to pick off the bone, but she was just smile and continue on. Never once complaining. I remember making it from scratch took forever, but now I miss every minute of it that I can't spend with her anymore. 

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