My Deepest Culinary Secret

When I was a boy I had two neighbors vying for my affection. One was Mrs. Matthews from Germany. The other was Mrs. Mullins who was from Sweden. These two ladies had the common habit of running out into the road whenever a horse passed by. They would be out there with their bucket and shovel collecting what we called horse-- Manure is what they called it. They put it on their flowers and vegetables and all that. These two liked to feed me. Although I have been to Germany many times, I never had a bad meal there. However, Mrs. Matthews was an exception. I especially didn't like her cookies. My mother told me it was because I wasn't use to anise. I told my mother that I had never heard her swear before but she explained that anise is a spice, and I might add, a foul tasting spice.

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Two of my sons lived in Germany for a couple of years, but twenty years apart. They said that the cooking is better in some areas than others. Since I spent my time mainly in the areas of Munich and Nuremberg, I never had less than wonderful food. Now, Mrs. Mullins' little house had a gourmet kitchen. She made wonderful pies, but the thing I liked best were her dumplings.

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Well, both of these sweet ladies are gone. I have never forgotten those dumplings and I have tried to trace that Swedish dumpling formula down for many years. I've taken dozens of recipes from cookbooks and off the Internet. I've made a mess of my wife's kitchen dozens of times trying to make those dumplings. I never could do it.

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