A lot of people play food games – not in the sense of
building a mashed potato mountain dotted with green peas, but the, “If you had
to choose a last meal, what would it be?” type questions. Now that the weather is turning colder, I
figured I would tell you about mine. For
my last meal on earth, I would choose a big steaming bowl of chicken and
dumplings.
I imagine there would be several helpings if it was my last
time to have it, but I wouldn’t want anything but chicken and dumplings. A lot of chefs choose things their mothers
made them in childhood, but I actually never had it growing up. It was something that I decided to make when
I was at school, trying to impress a young woman. I am pretty sure I was far more impressed
than she was. I instantly fell in love (with
the dish, of course), and over the years I just kept making it. These days I only make it maybe twice a year,
and only in the winter time. I think
it’s a subconscious way to keep myself from getting sick of it.
I had it this past winter January (I remember it was during
the playoffs). It was a Sunday. Bess and Henry and I were leaving
church. It was cold and starting to snow,
and I thought it was perfect. We went to
the store on the way home and we watched football, drank beer and cooked ALL
day. I love days like that, when your
whole house smells like fresh chicken stock and herbs while it pours snow
outside.
Here are some versions of chicken and dumplings (or chicken 'n' dumplin's, as the case may be) for you to check out.
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