My family dumplings are sleek and seductive, yet stout and masculine. They taste of meat, yet of flour. They are wet, yet they are dry. They have weight, but they are light. Airy, yet substantial. Earth, air, fire, water; velvet and elastic! Meat, wheat and magic! They are our family glory! |
Vermont's a place where barns come painted / Red as a strong man's heart, Where stout carts and stout boys in freckles, Are highest forms of art. |