When everything is gray and uncertain, make chicken & dumplings
As I write this, it is a cold, gray afternoon. The meteorologists predict snow, but as this is the South, what little flurries we get won’t stick. There will only be patches of ice on the road tomorrow. It feels like we are in a holding pattern. The future is unpredictable. This collective stress started as nerve-racking, then became comical, and now is exhausting. It's time to make chicken and dumplings. This is a family recipe, and it’s crazy stupid simple. Growing up, my mom would make this when it was cold and rainy like it is now. Served hot, it makes everything better. The recipe my mom had written out for me is very generic. The measurements are what you feel is right and everything is to taste. It’s strange because my mom has always been a micro-manager. This recipe card is probably the most trust she has ever put in me to do something. The chicken is any part of the chicken as long as there are no bones. The dumplings themselves are a mixture of 1 cup flour, 1 tables