Mom used to make chicken & dumplin's that were always my favorite dish of hers. I always always had them on my birthday. She's more or less, since all the kids are grown and gone, retired from use of her stove. I guess feeding 6 boys for all those years she's entitled.
My Granny, (Dad's Mom) always made this soup at week's end with whatever leftover veggies in the 'fridge and added stew beef, a little of this and that,and macaroni elbows. That was some of the best stuff in the world on a cold winter's day after terrorising the neighborhood. Oh and Granny made some mean Oatmeal & raisin cookies although I ate as much batter as I ever did the finished cookies. I tell Ya every time I see oatmeal cookies I think of hers and I've never had any as good since. I'll always believe it was the love Granny put in hers that made all the difference. To this day fresh baked cookies make me think of home and the comforts of Granny's kitchen.

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