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Ranch Chicken Chopped Salad — The Meal That Holds You Together When You’re Trying Not to Worry

Summer solstice. The longest day. In Duluth, the sun doesn't set until after ten PM and the sky doesn't go fully dark until nearly eleven, and the whole city seems to hold its breath against the beauty of it — this extravagant light, this generosity that we've earned through six months of dark. Paul and I sat on the porch until the light gave up. We do this every solstice — it's our private ritual, the way the julbord is our public one. We bring coffee (him) and tea (me, in summer) and we sit and we watch and we don't talk much because the light is doing the talking. At nine-thirty, when the sun was just above the horizon and the lake was gold and the sky was that particular northern blue that artists try to capture and can't, Paul said, "My hand's been bothering me." He said it the way he says everything — factually, without drama. "Bothering how?" I asked. "Clumsy," he said. "I dropped the coffee mug this morning. And I had trouble with the buttons on my shirt yesterday." I looked at his left hand. He flexed it. It looked normal. But I'm a nurse, and when a sixty-year-old man says his hand is clumsy, my brain goes to a list: carpal tunnel, arthritis, cervical spine issue, peripheral neuropathy, or — and here the list gets dark and I push the darkness away because this is Paul, this is my husband, and his hand is clumsy and it's probably carpal tunnel. "You should see the doctor," I said. He said, "It's probably nothing." I said, "Probably. See the doctor anyway." He said, "After summer." I said, "Before August." He said, "Fine." This is how we negotiate health. I say "doctor." He says "later." I say "sooner." He says "fine." It works because we've been doing it for thirty years and because he trusts my judgment and because the nurse voice I use — the one that says "this is not a suggestion" — is a voice he knows better than to argue with. I watched his hand for the rest of the evening. He held his coffee mug normally. He turned the pages of his book normally. Maybe it's nothing. Probably it's nothing. I made grilled chicken for dinner — simple, with lemon and herbs from the garden. Not because I wasn't worried but because dinner still needs to happen regardless of worry, and cooking is what I do when I can't do anything else. You marinate the chicken in lemon juice, olive oil, garlic, and the fresh dill that's growing like a weed in the garden, and you grill it and serve it with the first garden salad of the season — lettuce, cucumbers, radishes, everything so fresh it practically vibrates. Paul ate well. His hand was fine. He used his fork. He held his glass. He was normal. Probably nothing. I'm probably worrying about nothing. The sun finally set at ten-seventeen. The stars came out. The lake went dark. The longest day ended and the days will get shorter from here, imperceptibly at first and then obviously, and by December we'll be back in the dark and the light of June will seem like something we dreamed. But right now: it's June. The light is endless. Paul is here. His hand is probably fine. Probably.

This is the salad I made that evening — or close enough to it that the smell of lemon and dill on warm chicken takes me right back to that porch, that gold light, that word clumsy sitting in my chest like a stone I wasn’t ready to pick up yet. When I need to cook without thinking too hard, I reach for something that lets the garden do most of the work: grilled chicken with a bright herb marinade, laid over a chopped salad of whatever came in that week. The ranch dressing is Paul’s concession — he’ll eat any salad if there’s ranch — and honestly, it ties everything together in a way a vinaigrette doesn’t on a night when you need things to hold.

Ranch Chicken Chopped Salad

Prep Time: 20 min | Cook Time: 12 min | Total Time: 32 min | Servings: 4

Ingredients

  • For the chicken:
  • 1 1/2 lbs boneless, skinless chicken breasts (2–3 breasts)
  • 3 tablespoons olive oil
  • 3 tablespoons fresh lemon juice (about 1 large lemon)
  • 3 cloves garlic, minced
  • 2 tablespoons fresh dill, chopped (or 1 tablespoon dried)
  • 1 tablespoon fresh flat-leaf parsley, chopped
  • 1/2 teaspoon kosher salt
  • 1/4 teaspoon black pepper
  • For the salad:
  • 1 large head romaine lettuce, chopped
  • 1 cup cherry tomatoes, halved
  • 1 English cucumber, quartered and sliced
  • 4–5 radishes, thinly sliced
  • 1/2 cup corn kernels (fresh, or thawed from frozen)
  • 1/3 cup red onion, finely diced
  • 1/2 cup shredded sharp cheddar cheese
  • 1/3 cup crispy bacon bits (optional)
  • For the dressing:
  • 1/2 cup buttermilk
  • 1/2 cup mayonnaise
  • 1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice
  • 1 tablespoon fresh dill, chopped
  • 1 tablespoon fresh chives, chopped
  • 1 small clove garlic, finely grated
  • 1/2 teaspoon onion powder
  • 1/4 teaspoon salt
  • 1/4 teaspoon black pepper

Instructions

  1. Marinate the chicken. Whisk together olive oil, lemon juice, minced garlic, dill, parsley, salt, and pepper in a shallow bowl or zip-top bag. Add chicken breasts and turn to coat. Marinate at room temperature for 20 minutes, or refrigerate for up to 4 hours.
  2. Make the ranch dressing. Whisk together buttermilk, mayonnaise, lemon juice, dill, chives, garlic, onion powder, salt, and pepper in a small bowl until smooth. Taste and adjust seasoning. Refrigerate until ready to serve (dressing keeps up to 5 days).
  3. Grill the chicken. Preheat an outdoor grill or grill pan to medium-high heat. Remove chicken from marinade and grill for 5–6 minutes per side, until internal temperature reaches 165°F and grill marks are well-defined. Transfer to a cutting board and let rest 5 minutes before slicing.
  4. Assemble the salad. Spread chopped romaine across a large serving platter or divide among four bowls. Arrange cherry tomatoes, cucumber, radishes, corn, and red onion over the greens. Scatter cheese and bacon bits (if using) over the top.
  5. Slice and serve. Slice grilled chicken against the grain into strips and lay over the assembled salad. Drizzle generously with ranch dressing and serve immediately, with extra dressing on the side.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 485 | Protein: 42g | Fat: 28g | Carbs: 14g | Fiber: 3g | Sodium: 620mg

Linda Johansson
About the cook who shared this
Linda Johansson
Week 65 of Linda’s 30-year story · Duluth, Minnesota
Linda is a sixty-three-year-old retired nurse from Duluth, Minnesota, living alone in the house where she raised her children and said goodbye to her husband. She lost Paul to ALS in 2020 after two years of watching the kindest man she'd ever known lose everything but his dignity. She cooks Scandinavian comfort food and Minnesota hotdish and the pot roast Paul loved, and she sets two places at the table out of habit because it makes her feel less alone. Every recipe she writes is a person she's loved.

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