The South is an important part of my families history. The stories mom tells of visiting our relatives there, specifically Mamaw Spivey have been wonderfully ingrained into my own memories. She recalls often being in Mamaw’s small kitchen while Mamaw smoked her cigarette and they played canasta together. Meals that fed more than a handful of people were prepared on those tiny counters, with no formal cookbook or recipe to follow.
Mom speaks of Mamaw’s Chicken and Dumplings that they were to this day something she missed the most. I tried duplicating that meaningful meal from a recipe online, but mom sadly reported it just wasn’t the same.
I decided to reach out to my Aunt Dana, who not only seemed to share a love for cooking but has a memory like a steel trap. After sending my heartfelt email and saying lots of prayers, I received the response I yearned for. The recipe in my inbox with all it’s glory. I could barely wait to make it. Knowing I needed backup, I called mom and dad over for dinner to share in the making of the infamous Chicken and Dumplings. With simple ingredients and some use of skillful technique, I’m happy to report my mom said we “nailed it”.
You’ll see the joy in the photos from devouring bowl after bowl of this deliciousness! But what you don’t see is the tears, the tears of joy knowing we brought back a piece of Mamaw; we honored a tradition and we are now passing on a recipe that is more than just a dish of good food, but embodies the stories and memories that will never leave our hearts!