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Ham 'n' Swiss Chicken -- The Week the Doctor Used the Word "Progressive"

Worked four days this week, which is three more than my spine wanted and one less than my paycheck needed. The doctor called Monday to follow up on the MRI and used words like "progressive" and "management plan" and "realistic expectations," which is doctor for you're not getting better, you're just getting older. I thanked him and hung up and went to work and stood on a concrete slab in forty-degree weather pointing at things while Danny and the boys did the actual building. I'm becoming a scarecrow with a hard hat. A very expensive scarecrow that the builder is running out of reasons to keep in the field.

Connie's been quiet about it, which is worse than Connie being loud about it. Loud Connie I can handle — she says her piece and it's done. Quiet Connie is gathering evidence. Quiet Connie is building a case. One of these evenings she's going to sit me down at the kitchen table and present her closing arguments and I will lose because I have always lost to quiet Connie and because she is, as usual, right about the thing I'm refusing to look at.

Clay came by Wednesday after his Thursday group got moved up a day — some scheduling thing at the church. He looked good. Not good like healthy, though he is, three months sober and holding. Good like settled. Like the ground under him has stopped shifting. He sat at the table and ate leftover chili and watched me lower myself into my chair with both hands on the armrests and said nothing about it, which I appreciated. He's learned what I'm still learning: sometimes the kindest thing you can do for a stubborn man is let him be stubborn until he can't anymore.

Saturday I made Betty's chicken and dumplings — the real kind, rolled dumplings cut in strips, not those biscuit-dough blobs that people up north call dumplings and I call an insult. Chicken thighs simmered with celery and onion until the meat falls apart, then the broth strained and returned to the pot with the chicken pulled off the bone. Dumplings rolled thin as a dime, cut in rectangles, dropped into boiling broth where they turn soft and silky and the broth goes thick as gravy. No cream. No shortcuts. Just chicken and flour and time and the ghost of my mother standing over my shoulder saying that's too thick, roll it thinner. I rolled it thinner. It was right. Connie ate two bowls and said nothing, which meant it was perfect.

The chicken and dumplings were Saturday’s medicine, but the week leading up to it asked for something simpler and more immediate — something I could put together on a weeknight without standing too long, something warm enough to cut through the quiet Connie had been keeping. Ham ’n’ Swiss Chicken is the kind of recipe Betty used to call a “no-argument supper”: easy to make, hard to refuse, and just substantial enough to feel like you earned it. If you’re in a week that’s taking more than it’s giving, this is the one you make on Wednesday.

Ham ’n’ Swiss Chicken

Prep Time: 10 min | Cook Time: 35 min | Total Time: 45 min | Servings: 4

Ingredients

  • 4 boneless, skinless chicken breasts
  • 4 slices deli ham
  • 4 slices Swiss cheese
  • 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
  • 1/2 teaspoon onion powder
  • 1/2 teaspoon paprika
  • Salt and black pepper to taste
  • 1 tablespoon olive oil
  • 1/2 cup chicken broth
  • 1 teaspoon Dijon mustard
  • 1 tablespoon butter
  • Fresh parsley, chopped, for garnish (optional)

Instructions

  1. Preheat and prep. Preheat your oven to 375°F. Pat chicken breasts dry with paper towels and season both sides with garlic powder, onion powder, paprika, salt, and pepper.
  2. Sear the chicken. Heat olive oil in an oven-safe skillet over medium-high heat. Add chicken and sear 3–4 minutes per side until golden. Remove from heat.
  3. Layer the toppings. Lay one slice of ham over each chicken breast, folding to fit, then top each with a slice of Swiss cheese.
  4. Make the pan sauce. In a small bowl, whisk together chicken broth and Dijon mustard. Pour around (not over) the chicken in the skillet. Add butter to the broth.
  5. Bake. Transfer the skillet to the oven and bake uncovered for 20–25 minutes, until chicken is cooked through (internal temperature of 165°F) and cheese is melted and lightly golden at the edges.
  6. Rest and serve. Let rest 5 minutes before serving. Spoon pan sauce over each piece and garnish with parsley if using. Serve with rice, roasted potatoes, or whatever the week left you with.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 340 | Protein: 42g | Fat: 16g | Carbs: 3g | Fiber: 0g | Sodium: 620mg

Craig Hensley
About the cook who shared this
Craig Hensley
Week 293 of Craig’s 30-year story · Lexington, Kentucky
Craig is a retired coal miner from Harlan County, Kentucky — a man who spent twenty years underground and seventeen hours trapped in a collapsed tunnel before he was twenty-four. He moved his family to Lexington when the mine closed, learned to cook his mama Betty's Appalachian recipes from memory because she never wrote them down, and now he's trying to get them on paper before they're lost. He says "reckon" and "fixing to" and means both. His bourbon-glazed ribs are, according to his wife Connie, "acceptable" — which is the highest praise she gives.

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