Cause I'm her Dumplin

**Disclaimer: This picture is of my Grandma and my sister. I couldn't find a good picture of me and Grandma**

At the ripe age of 4, my parents and I moved to Duson. We moved next to my grandparents. I have so many blissful memories of my grandparents. Playing in her button box. Playing in the chicken coop. Grandma teaching me to ride a bike. Homemade ice cream.

All kinds of memories.

One particular memory is about chicken and dumplings.

I am a picky eater. Wierd, I know. I love to cook, watch cooking shows and bake. But I'm still picky about certain things, including onions and onion tops.

My grandma makes the very best chicken and dumplings I've ever eaten and as a child, I remember one very specific thing about her dumplings.

She always made two batches. One batch for me and one batch for everyone else.

You see, she put onion tops in her dumpling mix. And she knew I hated them. But she also knew that I LOVE dumplings.

So she made me a special batch.

As an adult, I don't make chicken and dumplings very much. I've been craving the savory deliciousness and decided that I'd make it this week.

I normally just make a chicken stew and throw in some refrigerated biscuits.

This time I decided that I'd actually make dumplings. I printed up a Paula Deen recipe to follow and started cooking.

It didn't work out the way I had hoped.

The dumplings weren't bad. They just weren't great. They were kinda tough and not as savory as my grandma's.

So I've decided that I'm just gonna ask her what she does.

I know the answer will be "a little of this and a little of that" but at least I'll have a starting point.

Love you Grandma.