How many pots of this soup has she made in her lifetime? How many Perdue Oven Stuffers has she cooked and deboned?
How many people has she blessed with gifts of this coveted soup? One will never know.
Tonight she would try to teach them the process...not an easy chore for her, since she never uses a recipe. You know her kind..."oh, it is just a little bit of this and a little bit of that".
Good luck girls!
They wrote down the steps, and all the many ingredients and instructions. They wrote and wrote.
They carefully watched. They tried to take it all in, not an easy task. They learned that one may use a scissors to cut up the chickens...who would have thought to do that but Grandma.
They realized that wearing an apron when making this soup was necessary, and they knew where to go to get one of those lovely creations.
They ate, they laughed, and they observed...now there will be more of this soup gracing tables in this county. Oh, how I hope I get to sit at one of those tables.
Thought you might like knowing about a simple event that took place in one Grandma's kitchen on a Wednesday evening.
Just as it should be...the older woman teaching the younger women.