I made Chicken ‘n Dumplins on Wednesday night. I mean like, maaaaade Chicken ‘n Dumplins.
I gathered together several chicken carcasses I had been saving in the freezer and made the stock. I seared a whole, cut-up chicken to give the bottom of my pot a lot of flavor. I diced an onion, a few celery stalks, and a couple of carrots into unison shape. I put it all in the pot and watched it simmer away. I mixed flour, milk, and baking powder to form fluffy dumplings Glenn’s Mom would be proud of. And somewhere in the middle of all of this dicing and boiling and cutting up and searing I was reminded of something I love : cooking.
This year, the year that starts with a twenty and ends with a thirteen, I am grateful. Grateful for a restaurant of our very own. Grateful for a husband who works tirelessly to make all of my dreams come true, never once complaining. Grateful for my new home. Grateful for two couches. Grateful for healthy families and nieces that run around like lunatics. Grateful for the internet. Grateful for whole chickens that go on sale the day I happened to need them. Grateful for cooking.
Want to come over for dinner?