Chicken and Dumplings Using Canned Biscuits

One whole chicken

4 cans of canned biscuits(or less, we like a lot of dumplings and some will disappear during cooking)

Flour

Poultry seasoning

Garlic powder

Onion powder

Salt & Pepper

Place in pot large enough for water to

cover chicken. Set on stove to boil.

Add salt, pepper, garlic powder, onion powder, and poultry seasoning to water. Just a few (4 or 5) sprinkles of each (maybe 1/2 teaspoon except 1 teaspoon of salt). Swish it around in the water. 

Leave to boil until the chicken is almost falling apart. You can turn the chicken over if you feel it needs it. I usually just turn the heat down enough where the bubbling isn't

splashing over the sides and then let 'er cook. I check it after about 1 hour.

*The above notes are also good if you want to make chicken soup or chicken noodle soup. It's all about the soup stock. *

If the water is/has evaporated too

much, add chicken broth or more water to the pot.

Lay out a dough rolling cloth, sheet, or just make sure your counter top is very clean and dry. Sprinkle a layer of flour across your rolling surface.

Gather 2 - 4 rolls of canned biscuits. I use the cheaper store brand biscuits.

I then take each biscuit, roll it out, and cut it into 1-2 inch pieces using a pizza cutter.

*You can use a jar to roll the dough and a knife to cut the dough into pieces if no rolling pin or pizza cutter. *

I do all of the biscuits while the chicken is still cooking so it can be ready to put into the broth. You can use as much flour as necessary to keep the dough from sticking to the rolling pin, cloth, counter top, or each other.

Now it's time to remove the chicken from the broth.

I use a large spoon and a fork to lift the chicken out of the broth. If pieces fall off into the broth, you can recover them using a slotted spoon.

I put a cake pan under a colander to set the chicken into.

CAUTION!!! Chicken will be VERY hot!!

I will run cold water over the chicken,leaving it in the colander, while I pull all the meat off the bones. I Place the meat in a separate bowl and discard the bones, skin, and gristle.

Place deboned chicken back into stock pot. Add more chicken broth or water if needed. Bring to a rolling boil.

Once it's boiling, start adding the cut up biscuits a little at a time while stirring.

The dumplings will puff up, then slowly thin down while cooking. 

Add all biscuits then pour in remainder of flour that's left on the rolling cloth. Or just add a bit of flour. This will thicken up the broth.

Once everything is added, turn burner down to low and let it simmer, stirring regularly. Do this for about 30 - 45 minutes.

* It will want to stick to the bottom of the pan so be sure to stir often *

Once it gets to the desired thickness, it's ready.

Add salt, pepper, or any other

seasonings you want to suit your taste.

The Saga of the Mysterious Snack Cake

In the beginning......

Not really sure what was going on here..... 

Did he think he was going to be on the toilet a long time, thus a snack was deemed necessary?

Did he have a snack cake in his pocket he forgot about? 

Was this a drive-by snacking? 

I'm wondering how long this snack cake will sit here before he claims it and moves on. 

This is day 2 of the mysterious snack cake.

Day 4. 

Snack cake still there in same position. 

Will it be gone before we need the paper supplies it is guarding??

Stay tuned.

Day 6.

Snack cake still there.

Paper supplies are dwindling from our main source. 

The struggle as to who will remove said snack cake from its week-long resting place is still going on......

Son of a...... 

That man just came in and......

WTF am I gonna do with him??

Welp, I guess we now have ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

THE CASE OF THE (NOT SO) MYSTERIOUS SNACK CAKE

(Part II, Part Deaux, Part Doo, or Number 2) you decide.

Day......ah, who tf knows any more? 

Supplies are exhausted from the main paper source. 

Snack cake (Part Deuce) is still laying on what's left of auxiliary supplies. 

It's getting down to who will claim the delicious peanut buttery goodness this time around. 

It's me or him. 

May the odds be ever in his favor. ('Cause I sure don't need it) 🤣

Sooo......I look in my handbag and this is what I see. 

The snack cake fairy has been to visit. 

The other day, there was one in the cabinet with the coffee cups. 🤭🙄😄

I asked my husband if we needed anything from the store today. 

He said, "Snack Cakes". 😐

Day 209 1/2. (Or whatever because it feels like this has been going on forever)

As you can see, main paper source is down to (possibly?) one more wipe. 

Secondary paper source is now guarded by not just one, but 2 mysterious snack cakes. They are growing their defense. 

I shall thwart their efforts by going to a third paper source. AHA!!! TAKE THAT! You enticing gang of fat!!

So we haven't posted on the status of the "Mysterious Snack Cake, Part Doo" in quite a while. 

This is the current state of affairs:

Once again, we find ourselves in the frightening dilemma of having to either move the snack cakes, or go in search of another paper source. 

Luckily, I still have my hidden stash to pull from. 

HaHAA!! You Snack Cake promoter!! You'll not get this chubster to fall for your delicious tricks this time either!!

Well, the final remnants of my hidden stash of paper supplies has dwindled down to nothing. 

I can no longer avoid the inevitable.  

I'm now forced to remove the "Mysterious Snack Cakes" from their perch. 

**I will not eat these, I will not eat these, I will not eat these** I chant to myself as I gently remove them from their months long vigil only to place them in a new location.

.

.

.

Like inside my husband's underwear drawer. Yep. He asked for it.

OK, so........

As some of you may remember, I started the saga of "The Mysterious Snack Cake" quite some time ago.

Since it began as the snack showing up on my supply of important bathroom papers, it has since devolved into the snacks being hidden in various areas of the house or articles of clothing between myself and my husband.  

It took him awhile to find the one hidden in the pocket of his shirt that was hanging in the closet. 

But I have to admit, I think it took me longer to find this one. 

He hid it in my boot. A pair of boots I wear only occasionally.  

I was on the phone with a friend when I stuck my bare foot into the boot. I didn't scream, but I'm sure there was, at least, a small grunt of surprise, fear, and me throwing that boot off my foot reeeeaaally fast. 

You see, we had a mouse problem for awhile and my first thought was that a mouse had decided to make this boot his home. 😂

The mice have been long eradicated but the fear of mouse dung on my foot is not a pleasant one. 

Needless to say, while I was at first a bit upset, I think my husband has won the 'hidden snack cake game'........for now. 

I can't wait for him to find where I have it hidden now. 🤣😂

By the way, I hid the snack cake inside one of my husband's flat caps that he keeps in the foyer closet.  Since he never reads my silly blog, I think we're safe. 🤣😂

The end......for now. 😄

Little Girl Lies

So. Are we going to continue to ignore the fact that young girls need to be educated just as much as young men when it comes to acting out sexually? 

Yes, I was once a young girl. I remember the thrill of having 'that older guy' talking to me. I remember how most girls were jealous of the girls with older boyfriends because they had a car, or could buy things for the girl. 

Back then, there were fewer young men getting thrown into prison for having a risqué photo of a young girl. I'm talking about a girl from the ages of 13 to 17 who are, and have been, considered "jail bait". 

Many young girls between those ages begin acting out inappropriately, without their parents or guardians knowledge. 

What happens, in many cases, when the parent or guardian finds out? They blame it on the older man. 

Why? 

Well, because he should have known better. 

True. 

However,  what about those cases where the young girl looks, dresses, and acts older and LIES ABOUT HER AGE??

Who should be held accountable?

If she send photos without the man asking, who should be held accountable?

Our young men are being locked up for, in some cases, most of their lives because they dared to believe a young girls lies. 

The girls? They get to go on with their life. College, marriage, and so on. 

The man? He is now a felon. He now has to register as a sex offender for many years. He is now considered a pariah to society. He is now a target of vigilantes who know nothing of his so-called "crime".

Yes. Young boys and young men need to be educated about how to treat women appropriately.  They also need to be taught that by the age of 18, they better not believe what a girl tells them. They better ask for an ID. 

And girls? Maybe it's time they be held accountable for the lies they tell that ruin lives. 

One Night Alone (A Story in One Paragraph)

There's a certain energy that envelopes you when you sit in a local bar by yourself. It's hard to define. You hear and see people that have known each other for years. You might even be drawn into the banter and frivolity. Yet you remain on the outside. A stranger. 

Laughing at Ourselves

There are times you wish you were recording the scene. 

My husband and I were looking for, what we like to call, "Squeeze Cheese". You know, the stuff that's-bad-for-you in a can that swirls or gushes out when you push the top nozzle like you do on the whipped cream cans. 

Anyway......we couldn't find any of it at one store so we went to another, slightly higher-end store in a fancier part of town. We found the shelf well stocked with squeeze cheese, so we proceeded to grab about 4 or 5 cans of the stuff. 

We get to the checkout register where a teenage boy is looking bored and ready to end his shift for the night and go home. 

He looks at our bounty of squeeze cheese with a tiny twinkle of curiosity, but proceeds to run the cans over the scanner with the usual "Hello, have you found everything, blah, blah".

The next thing I know, my husband catches the boy's eye, nudges his head in my direction saying, "Sex fetish."

Both the boy and I look at my husband wondering if we heard what we thought we heard when my husband blurts out, "Yeah. She likes to cover me with cheese and call me cracker."

I laugh. The boy turns 5 shades of red and laughs nervously. I tell him that my husband is joking and we leave the store.

Yes. We are those people that others tell stories about. 😁🤣

Easily Offended

About a week ago or so, I was poking around on messenger and noticed that I had some 'Spam' messages. So of course, I HAD to look. 

One of these messages was from some woman telling me that whatever it was I had made a comment on, or reacted to, was NOT funny and "how would you like it if you got raped by MS-13? OH, but you're so ugly they would probably kill you right away."

Ummm....mmkaay. First of all, she never referenced what it was that I so badly offended her by commenting on, and, really? Do you feel the need to attack someone you don't know so harshly? 

I don't condone evil by spewing evil so I probably disagreed with something blatantly false in the whole post, yet she chose to attack me as if I were the mother of all terror groups. Yes, my vagina is the devil's playground. 🙄🤦‍♀️

Chill lady. It's Facebook, not the Bible. 

However, I did agree to her assessment of my looks while judging her on her intelligence and sensitivity.  

She got blocked. I went on with my life. 

#dontcondoneevilbyspewingevil

Abandoned Memories

Imagine if these old places could talk. 

I wonder what they would say?

Would they tell us about the sadness of being abandoned after long years of service? Would they tell us how the roof leaks, the boards are rotting, and the basement is full of water? 

Would you want to hang around and listen to that? Or to step inside?

Probably not.

I prefer to believe they would tell of the families they harbored under their sheltering roofs. The joys of seeing children born, the smell of great meals being prepared in their kitchens, and the prayers they heard being said at night. The gentle way they were cared for by the people living inside until it became clear they were no longer able to shelter them any longer. And now, how they belong to the memories of generations that will love them forever. 

Think about it. What legacy do you prefer to hold in the minds of those who love you? Tell the great stories. Tell the uplifting stories. Bring joy to those around you even if you may be falling apart. What you give will be returned tenfold. Give hope, give love.

~Cynthia French Gatlin