There’s always one thing I thought about anytime I got to go to your house. Mom would even say it on the ride over. Do you think Mamaw is gonna make chicken and dumplings? It was my favorite meal and the way you made. It seem to be so different real dumplings, real chicken. I finally got brave enough one day to ask you to let me help. You laughed and slightly moved everything I did closer to the garbage can as it just did not meet your level of perfection. And it probably would not have met my level of what I wanted to eat. I remember after we made it. You were very honest and said maybe I should focus on teaching you how to cook eggs instead of something so complicated. I can’t remember the last time I’ve eaten chicken and dumplings probably not since you passed away. I don’t think anybody knows that recipe you knew how to make. I miss you.