Having started baking at home when I was younger, I knew that the way to a man's heart was, indeed, through his stomach. Apparently, though, with the right combination of goodies, you can actually bring a man to his knees (in a good way). For anyone who is wondering just how I managed to get Mr. Devilin to make me Mrs. Devilin, I present to you the chicken salad I made the weekend he proposed (October 9, 1999).
4 boneless, skinless chicken breasts, cooked, cooled and chopped (*or feel free to use one of those rotisserie chickens from the store)
1 green pepper, chopped
1 small red onion (WHY is it called a "red onion" when it's purple?), chopped fine
1 cup black olives, chopped (you're seeing the trend here, right?)
2 cups shredded cheddar cheese
mayo to taste (I like LOTS of mayo but I'm gonna die soon, I'm sure. You might not like so much....I don't understand that, but whatever...)
Throw it all into a bowl and mix it up. Chill it a bit and fill some pita pockets or toast some croissants and enjoy....or, you know, eat it out of the bowl with a spoon as I often do.
Yes, ladies, this simple salad stuffed into some homemade pita bread and The Devs was my love slave for life....poor fool!