Just the name “Chicken and Noodles” makes my mouth water and makes me feel all warm inside. I guess you could call this a comfort food for me because if I’m handed a plate of it , I'm in “hog heaven” until I've licked the last bit of it off my plate. Every so often my mom makes it for dinner. Whenever she does, the smell sends me back into a feeling of well-being. It reminds me of family, warmth, and a boat load of Okies stuffing their faces in a one bathroom house. I wish you could be there to see the festivities during dinner time at the Guffy household. We literally have to line up military style and walk through a buffet of food, hoping that there's going to be some left when it’s your turn to grab a plate and join in. The trick of the trade is make sure you’re waiting near the kitchen at all times. That way you know when dinner is ready to be served and can grab a good spot in line. Don’t make the cooks mad by being a pest, because if you do they’ll send you packing and chances are the other 70 people will get in line in front of you. All you’ll end up with is an empty plate and an empty stomach. Don't think I'm exaggerating when I say 70 people, either. My mom is one of twelve children. Then you have to add in the first, second and third generations. The population of the town my grandma lives in doubles during the holidays just because the Guffy clan has come for a visit. But I wouldn't have it any other way. Give me a plate of noodles and a crowded living room any day of the week and I'll be perfectly content. That is until the noodles are gone. |
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