Post by nofeargardener on Mar 12, 2011 5:08:47 GMT -6
My wife’s Mamaw, Mamaw Jones, made the BEST homemade chicken and dumplings. When I first had them about 11 years ago, I’d never tasted anything like it. Nothing but pure, stick-to-your-ribs, warm your insides, homemade goodness.
Mamaw passed on a couple of years ago. She lived a full life… the wife of a Tennessee coal miner turned preacher. Years back… I think before my wife and I were married… we were visiting at Mamaw & Papaw’s house. There were lots of other relatives in town too. Well, one morning, I got a glimpse into something magical…. something I’ll never forget.
It was early (early for me)…about 6am. I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to get up. The rest of the house was still in bed and all was quiet….except for a quiet little clickity-clack in the kitchen. I peered in, and there was Mamaw…at 6 in the morning….making those famous dumplings. I knew I was seeing something beautiful…something VERY special. All I said was, “mornin.”
Mamaw didn’t say much. She was busy with the task at hand. Me, being a soft city kid, I didn’t know what to do or say, so I just stood there for a minute or two…watching…..watching one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen. In a last ditch effort to be polite, I asked, “Need some help?” Mamaw politely smiled and said, “No thank you. I’m all set” (or something like that).
I hope I never forget that morning. It taught me something about the love of Mamaw’s. The care they put into their work. The love they put into their food because of the love they have for their family.
Brought back some wonderful memories. Mom could make a bodacious pot of chicken & dumplings. A few years ago I made a pot for a family reunion. One of the BEST compliments I have ever gotten was when one of my nieces came up, hugged my neck and said that they tasted JUST like Granny's....Seems I inherited more than just Mom's good looks, LOL!!!!!
So, I'm trying to figure out what the soft clickety clacking was...? Was she stirring, rolling, dipping? What?
Its a hand tool rather like a rocking horse except with 4 thin blades, Grammy was cutting up her lard (crisco) into flour.
Or at least thats my best guess.
to be honest, I don't know exactly what the racket was. It was probably a combination of what Coppice said, along with the normal clatter of spoons, pans, lids, etc. All I know is that she was hard at work before anyone was awake
Wish I could have a bowl of dem right now. MAN they were the STUFF!!!!