Maybe I was feeling some inner guilt for eating the chicken and dumplings, or as I called them: “Dump-er-lings, since I just dumped stuff in the pot. After all, I am what has been coined by someone somewere as a “Flexitarian;” meaning, I will eat seafood/fish, and sometimes, rarely, I’ll eat some kinds of meat and never others. I made my easy pleasy chicken dumplings because Good Man Roger loves them – and since he usually does the cooking, it was a chance for me to doodle-dee-doo around in the kitchen. (And to sweeten the pot, so to speak, he made the recipe even easier, of which is below.)
So, since I ate the chicken in the chicken and dump-er-lings, I dreamed about chickens come to attack the city – or someone’s city. There was one HUGE giananticus chicken–big as a seven story building!–and then all that chicken’s little mean pecking chickens. They swarmed all over and created havoc unknown to man ever! The giant chicken did that staring in the window thing -it’s cold beady empty-headed eye appraising…oh! shudder!
Then I dreamed I was on an episode of Scrubs – the one where they did a musical – and I was dancing around singing, “Boop oop ee doo, boop oop ee doo, boop oop ee doo be doo bee doo oop oop a doooOooOO-Bee Do!” All the while I had a bathtowel wrapped around me – even though I was wearing clothes. Huhn. Really. I did dream that.
Ah well, my good friends – what did you dream last night? Or are you one of those who never remembers their dreams? If anyone else dreamed of giant chickens, well — ! –!
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Now, for my chicken and dump-er-lings. I swear this is the easiest thing. You can also boil your own poor little chicken and make your own stock. You can make your own biscuit dough, too. I used to do all that. Or you can be a lazy-arse cook that I’ve become and do what I did (and Small Footprints– I bet you’ll think of a good vegetarian way to make this!):
(Photo not mine) In olive oil, I sauteed half an onion until soft (I added a pinch of salt too and something I never add, just a pinch of Cavendar’s -just to see how it would taste), then added a little garlic, and when that was cooked down, I added just a bit of flour and stirred it around. Then I poured in a box of Emeril’s chicken stock; and let that work on coming to a boil. Meanwhile, I threw some flour on a cutting board, opened a can of Grand Biscuits (not the butter ones-they’ll melt too much!) and then smashed flat the biscuits and then cut them into strips. When they were all cut up and the stock boiling, I added the biscuit strips to the stock. I had already cut up into bite-sized pieces the chicken from a deli chicken GMR bought (yup, didn’t even have to make my own stock, or boil my own chicken, or make my own biscuits – laughing!) – and after the dumplings had began to cook through, and this doesn’t take long, I added the cut up chicken. I let that simmer a bit and added salt and lots of pepper (I like lots of pepper in mine). Finally, I added cream (or milk, or whatever – it just makes a nice southern white gravy) and let it cook a bit. We like ours thick and creamy. Then, you eat, and if you are a Flexitarian, you feel kinda gross you’re eating chicken and then when you go to bed, you dream about giant chickens and its little chicken helpers running into a city to creat havoc upon the land.
(google images from theinspirationroom.com and ourfamilycookbook.com)