In the midst of my dumpling search I stumbled across Karen's Quaint Cottage. I used her recipe for broth, give or take.
And here is the BFF mom's recipe for her amazing, magic dumplings:
2-1/4 cups flour
1/4 tsp baking powder
1 tsp salt
3-3/4 Tablespoons Crisco
1/2 - 3/4 cup ice water
Mix well and roll to desired thickness. The original recipe says to chill the dough - I NEVER do that - and besides it's easier to roll the dough when it's room temperature. Cut in strips/squares/rounds/ etc.... and put in boiling broth. Cook til done. BFF likes them very thick and chewy. They are super easy and super good!
Seems innocent enough, though, right? A mid-morning search for a recipe? Until I hit the scroll bar and saw Karen's many, many woodworking projects. Projects that make me
When we were dating, one of the things I was so taken by was Sam's carpentry skills. That he had built tables and bookshelves and bed frames and even an armoire for his first wife, all of which she took with her in the divorce. I listened to his sad tale of a lost love, of various attempts at marital therapy. I saw the helpless, confused and devastated look on his face. And the part that really captured my heart?
Armoire. He can build an armoire.
Come to me, my preciousssss.
The fact that, twenty years later, I am still without a custom built armoire is of absolutely no consequence.
What. So. Ever.
Long years of love and loyalty and lollygagging on our living room couch count for something, right?
Using my psychologist expertise I have deduced that, in his mind alone, building one's wife an armoire is a certain precursor to divorce. Bad karma. Marital voodoo. A case of CPTSD*.
So instead of merely focusing on dumplings I cannot perfect or the armoire I shall never have, I've decided to construct a list of other things I'd like to have constructed. Things without a traumatic history.
Not a Bucket List.
A Build-It List. A Project To Do Lust. He will be so glad I found this blog.
1. simple wooden laundry hanger (emphasis on simple, right honey?)
2. simple wooden cabinet drawer for my baking sheets, cake pans, loaf pans, muffin pans, and assundry other pans I will use once every seven years.
3. simple wooden canvas art project for my daughters' bedroom. See? It isn't always about me.
And that is as far as I got. Stay tuned.
An inappropriate disclosure:
I have always considered my self a "1" on The Kinsey Scale. Karen and her woodworking skills? Bump me up to a 2.
Post Dumpling Review:
Not so good. Subtle eye signals exchanged between DD and Sam told me not quite right. They did say they prefer broth with no onions, carrots, or celery. (To which I think, what's the point?) In my husband's words, dare he say it, like Mama used to make.
No explicit pronouncement on the dumplings per se although I may have heard someone mutter chewy under their breath. My son gave it an unenthusiastic It's alright. Compliant Daughter doesn't like anything all mixed together such as soup or stew or chicken and dumplings. She ate two bites and tried to sneak away from the table, undetected. But I caught her by her belt loops and sweetly suggested she Sit down, clown. If one of us has to suffer through my dumplings we all do.
*Carpentry Post Traumatic Stress Disorder