I love me some Cracker Barrel. That’s a given. But chicken dumplings? Really? I’m not a fan of dumplings, yet the last two trips there I’ve ordered chicken dumplings. I blame my sister, who ordered it when she came to visit me from California. I had a little bite from her plate, and then I was hooked. Now it’s chicken dumplings all the way baby.
My husband calls it globs of dough with sauce. I call it yummy yum yum.
Pictured: Chicken dumplings, fried okra, and macaroni and cheese. Also, a bowl of cheerios for baby in the background.