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Dumplings with Jane

Clara, my great grandmother, always kept chickens.  And while the majority of the time chickens were for eggs, old layers, non-layers and overly mean roosters made their way into the stewing pot for one of Clara’s specialties – Chicken & Dumplings. Now, a lot of people make dumplings a lot of different ways; there are those thick, dense almost noodle -like dumplings; there are the globs of biscuit dough plopped on top of the broth; then there is Clara’s way – soft, tender, pillow-y dumplings, barely holding together amongst the rich broth and bits of dark meat. Jane tells a story of a time just after she married my dad. She had been on the Square in Marietta, doing some bit of shopping, and stopped in at Clara’s just about lunch time. Clara had just made a big pot of dumplings and served her up a bowl. Those same soft dumplings, that rich, flavorful broth – Jane kept commenting on how good those dumplings were.. “The best Chicken and Dumplings I’ve ever had”, she told her. My …

Roll on One – Clara’s Chocolate Roll

Since we’re coming up on our anniversary (we’re starting our 4th year this month)… or birthday… or however it is that we keep track of non-living things – I’m going back to the recipe that started it all at Plate Fodder. It’s my great grandmother’s Chocolate Roll. This is a recipe that speaks volumes of that era; when families were large, resources were short, and prepackaged meals just didn’t exist. My maternal great grandmother, Clara, was an extraordinary woman. With my great grandfather dying early in life, she managed to raise nine children, and numerous grandchildren entirely on her own. (Having no children myself, I consider raising even one child alone an impossible task) and doing so in the early part of the last century when resources, money, and a well stocked mega store were non existent. She was an excellent cook, and my mother, one of the countless grand kids at the house, learned a few things from her. Growing up at home in Marietta, my mom would make one of Clara’s desserts. It …