We are in the process of planning our annual family
vacation. Over the years we have done
this so many times I have lost count, but the excitement of the process never
wanes. It starts out with the four of us
throwing out ideas which are cut down to a short list before a final vote is
cast and our winner is announced. We are
now in the short list stage for this summer’s getaway.
Last year there was no short list because our plans were in
effect made for us many years ago. You
see my husband was adopted at birth, and like many adopted children he wondered for years and years who his
birth mother was. During a visit with
his adoptive mother several years ago they worked together and after much
searching they finally found her.
At first his birth mother was shocked and angry that anyone
could find her, making it clear that she wanted no part of the child she gave
up all those years ago. Knowing that this reaction was a
possibility, my husband respected her decision and took it all in stride, then turned to the possibility
of finding his birth father. After a few
more weeks it was found that he had died ten years prior, bringing this
lifelong quest to an end. Even though
there were no tearful reunions, there was a definite sense of resolution and
our lives moved on.
Just about the time things had settled down my husband received a telephone call
telling him that his birth mother had had a change of heart and wanted to
talk. She explained to him that she had
tried to put the whole experience out of her mind and went on to marry a good
man and have two more children who knew nothing about him. She eventually shared her secret with her
children who were shocked but became accepting over time.
My husband and the new woman in his life spent the next ten
years carrying on a clandestine relationship calling at prearranged times and
mailing letters with no return address as not to let her husband catch on. Somehow they even managed to spend a few days
together at the halfway mark between our house and hers getting to know each
other.
This arrangement worked well until about a year and a half
ago when she had an aneurysm. Her
letters were no longer light and cheerful.
They had taken on a tone of sadness and recognition of her diminished
physical and mental capacity and most of all her mortality. We knew that it was either now or never, we
had to make a family trip to meet her so she could see her first child once
again and the grandchildren that she had never met. It became obvious that a trip to Memphis
was in our future.
For those of you who have been reading my blog for at least the past year or so, you will
probably remember my post about what fun we had on our family trip to Memphis last summer (to read my original post, click here). Not only did we see all of the sights, but we
also met with the woman who gave birth to my husband, and
yes, we met her husband too. From what
we could understand, it was explained that we were long lost distant relatives from a land far away. He may have known something
was up, but was kind enough not to ask any questions thank goodness. He was a true gentleman and we all liked him very much.
Our trip was short and sweet and jam packed, but the most memorable
moment of all took place shortly after our arrival at her home on that first
day when she felt the necessity to cook for us.
She had no way of knowing this, and we felt no need to tell her, but we had all just finished a late
lunch of mall food court Chinese stir-fry before heading over to her house. When she proudly presented each of us with a
big bowl of chicken and dumplings, we felt we had no choice but to raise our
forks and clean our plates. I must say now
that I don’t think I have ever been more proud of my children than I was at
that very moment.
Her chicken and dumplings were really very good. As with every good southern cook she had
stewed her chicken until the meat was falling off the bone which gave her stock
a glossiness that can only be achieved by slowly cooking collagen and
marrow. In her creamy sauce she had
large pieces of soft onion, celery and carrots which were a truly important
part of the dish not just something with which to season it. The only chink in the armor here was the
imitation salt that she had used to season it with, but seeing that she was
faced with serious health concerns we understood. Ignoring the no-salt, this was without a doubt the best meal we had on our holiday for more than one reason.
After several days in the hot and humid land of Elvis we
headed home to Colorado and settled back into our everyday lives. Life rocked on much as it always had until this
past February when a large mysterious box was delivered to our house with my
husband’s half-sister’s return address. He
was on the road when it arrived and asked me to open it up and satisfy his curiosity. The moment I tore off the last piece of tape
I could smell the unmistakable scent of musty old papers.
On top of the stack of cards and letters inside the box was a small cream colored handwritten note
explaining to my husband that his birth mother had died three weeks before
after suffering a massive brain hemorrhage. His half-sister was returning all
of the letters and photos that he had sent to their mother over the past ten
years. Obviously since she had saved
every one they had been very important to her and she wanted my husband to know
that. What a kind gesture to make in honor of her mother.
We are now left with great memories of our trip to Memphis, a very
special woman and the only meal she ever prepared for her son. I remember thinking at the time that this was
an odd choice for supper on a hot summer's day, but who knows why she chose it. All I can figure is that it must have been
very special to her to have served it on such an important occasion.
I’m sure you’ve figured out by now that my recipe offering
for this post will be for chicken and dumplings.
Although just plain down home food, it has taken on a very special place in our
lives. This dish is simple, comforting
and nourishing, just like the relationship that they shared in those ten years. I hope you’ll find comfort in this dish
too. The type of salt you use is totally
up to you.
Chicken and Dumplings
Pillsbury, Paula Deen and Sandra Lee may approve of this recipe, but I'm afraid that I may get some grief from a couple of my friends about the dumplings in this recipe being from a can, but I really love their taste and ease. Since I didn't have my husband's birth mother's recipe, I was happy to use my own mother's.
1 – 2.5 pound chicken cut into quarters
6 cups of chicken stock
1 large bay leaf
3 large carrots, sliced into 1 – 2” pieces
3 large celery stalks, sliced into 2” long pieces
1 large onion, sliced into 6 wedges from top to bottom
4 – 5 small new potatoes, cut in half
1 – 8 count can of refrigerator biscuits, cut into quarters
3 tablespoons all-purpose flour
1/2 cup milk
1/8 teaspoon ground thyme
1/4 teaspoon rubbed sage
2 tablespoons butter
Chopped parsley to garnish
Rinse the chicken pieces.
Place the chicken in a large stockpot.
Add the chicken stock and bay leaf.
Place over medium high heat and bring to a boil. Reduce the heat to medium, cover and cook for
approximately 40 minutes or until the chicken is cooked through, turning the
pieces over ½ way through the cooking time.
Remove the chicken from the hot stock and place on a plate
to cool. When the chicken is cool to the
touch, remove the meat from the bone and tear into large shreds. I like to leave the drumsticks and wings in
tact because I like the way it looks but this is up to you.
Add the carrots to the boiling stock and cook for 5 minutes
before adding the rest of the vegetables and cooking for another 10 minutes.
Gently drop the biscuit quarters in a single layer on top of
the liquid. Cover the pot and continue
cooking for an additional 10 minutes or until the biscuits are firm. With a wooden spoon gently turn the dumplings
over. Cover once again and cook for an additional
2 - 3 minutes.
While the dumplings are cooking, place the flour in a
shallow bowl. Slowly add the milk to the
flour, whisking constantly to make a creamy paste. Add the thyme and sage to the paste.
Reduce the heat under the pot to low. Gently push a couple of the dumplings to the side
to make a hole so that it is easier to add the remaining ingredients. While stirring
constantly, add the paste to the broth in the pan, stirring until it is
completely incorporated. Add the butter
and continue gently stirring to incorporate being careful not to break up the dumplings.
Add the chicken meat to the simmering liquid and heat until
the broth has thickened and the meat is heated through. Ladle into shallow bowls and garnish with
chopped parsley.
Serves 6 - 8
11 comments:
I am all teary reading this. I do need that chicken and dumplings for comfort.
Beautiful post. So where are you going for vacay?
What a wonderful post - I do love how you bring food to life from your stories. Keeping family memories alive through food is something we do often in our home too.
I can't wait to hear about your family vacation this year!
Thank you for sharing this story and the special meaning of this recipe for your family. I'll have to give the chicken & dumplings a try.
Oh wow, what a story. I can't think of a better way to honor someone than with the food they loved or shared with us.
Thank you for such touching story.
Velva
Made me teary eyed too. I am so grateful for both your hubs and his mother that they did meet; if even for just that one time. This seems the perfect dish; one a mom would make to comfort their children; I'm sure she felt the need after all of those years.
What a touching post - and btw you don't have to apologize to anyone about refrigerator biscuits. There are only so many hours in the day, and so many things we can all get done! Hope you're well - and hope to get together later this summer!
Karen I do remember reading about your trip to Memphis and had no idea the story behind it. It brought a lump to my throat and a tear in my eye. What a lovely thing to do, sending all the letters back. That must of been the best ending to an emmotional journey. For all you know her dumplings could of been a 'cheat' too. Thank you for sharing a story so close to your heart and a dish that means so much. Love the kids for eating another meal after alreading having one. Beverley xoxo
Beautiful post Karen.
Lovely story. I read every word. And I'm always down to make a stew. This one is bookmarked.
I'm always looking for good crockpot recipes, and this fits the bill. It looks comforting and delicious without being heavy. Thanks!
I love the story behind this dish and will think of your husband's birth mother as I'm cooking it. Hopefully, she'll hear. :)
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