Martha piped up this morning. "Mom, remember the chicken and dumplings that Grandma Doris made for us that one time we went to see her?"
"Yes," said I.
"Can you make that tonight for supper?"
So I did. And it was GOOD. One thing that woman can do really well is cook, and I like to fancy myself as having inherited some of her knack for the art.
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