Recently, I found that my husband LOVES chicken and dumplings. Not ever really having acquired a taste for them, its a recipe that I left of of my personal cookbook. But being the loving wife, I called my mom's mom, aka Granna.
After hearing her recipe and seeing the contents of my cupboards, I realized I would have to improvise. And I did... sucessfully enough. Who knew that a can of Turkey gravy left over from thanksgiving and a can of cream of mushroom soup would make such a tasty treat. (So my husband said :::wink:::).
All that being said, making chicken and dumplins reminded me of when Abby was about 4 and we were invited to eat dinner at the church with the "Primetimers" (my grandparents senior adult group). Granna brought a huge pot of her ~famous~ chicken and dumplins and my dad's dad, aka Shugie got a heaping bowl full as did Abby. While lapping up every bite, Shugie exlaimed " Why Ewatha! (that's Granna's name) I do believe these are the best dumplins I've ever had!" Granna, of course just beamed with pride... that is until Abby spoke up. "They are good, but not near as good as Cracker Barrel!"
It has followed thru the years, that just when your head may swell with self-serving pride, there's always some innocent enough child to knock you right back down to earth!
As they say, I guess... "Out of the mouth of babes."
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