Every Thanksgiving Day during the 1950s, my husband, his father and his brother went pheasant hunting. Our mothers made a complete turkey dinner each year, which got cold before the hunters even came home. The whole meal had to be reheated, before dinner.
After several years of this, I got a large chicken, precooked and canned, which I heated in a large kettle, opened tubes of canned biscuits, which I smashed with my hands and threw each one on top of chicken and hot broth, and had my famous gourmet chicken and dumpling Thanksgiving dinner.
The next day at work, everyone compared their dinner story, but when I told mine, they said: "That's gross."
Mary Jane Covey
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