Sunday, August 26, 2012
I woke up this morning and decided to make home made chicken and noodles for lunch today.
When I was a kid we would go every Sunday to my grandparent's farm. Us kids would run amok, climb trees, play with horses and dogs and bunnies and racoons, hide in the hay in the barn loft, sneak down to the pond to throw rocks. All the perfect things a child should do.
But Sunday lunches were amazing! Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and veggies from my Grandpa's garden, green beans, corn on the cob, lima beans, and the most yummy food ever.... home made noodles. Yes, I know it's just flour and eggs mixed together and thrown in a pot of boiling chicken broth, but it's a family tradition. I remember watching my Grandma roll out the dough on her big old farm kitchen table and being SO impatient for it to dry so we could cook them and eat them! My mother never made them while my Grandma was alive. It was her domain. After she passed my Mom became the keeper of the noodles. Still, for any family get together, Easter, Thanksgiving, Christmas, birthdays...we have to have home made noodles. I taught my daughter to make them when she was so little she had to stand on a kitchen chair to help. She and her boyfriend have started making them for all of the holidays where our family and his family get together.
This will be the first time I've made them in a pot that's not big enough to swim in. Usually there's a herd of people around to eat then. Today I want them and it's just me so I'm going to try making a teeny, tiny small batch. If I made enough for 5 people I'll eat enough for 5 people LOL.
and maybe after lunch I'll run to the store and buy some black licorice. That's the other thing the women in our family on my Mom's side for at least 5 generations have in common. We LOVE black licorice. On Easter you'll lose a finger over a black jelly bean! I think I'll have an old home day today.