My Mother’s chicken and dressing was always something the family looked forward to with great relish. It was always good, hardly ever a time when the pan wasn’t scraped clean.
It wasn’t fancy, didn’t have a lot of spices or seasonings, just the basic ingredients. Yet try as I might, after watching her make it for years, and following her written instructions, I can never make mine taste quite like hers did.
She mixed it with her hands, and the conclusion I have come to is that’s why hers was so good – it was her hands.
Nowadays, the one goal of some of the younger-generation cooks in the family is to make “dressing like MawMaw’s.”