Miss Carol's Dumplings

Every month or so on a Sunday afternoon I skip the football game and get in my truck and drive out from the city into farm country to visit Miss Carol and get my hands on her plump dumplings. Biggest I've ever seen. Best I've ever had, terrific with her legs and thighs. When she lays out her chicken dinner on that white tablecloth I start drooling before I even get a hand on it. A farm girl, she says she's never met a man like me so nuts am I about her dumplings. Usually, she says, men like breast meat, when it's moist, and I allow how I like that as well but not as much as her plump dumplings on a Sunday afternoon and her pluperfect legs and thighs. Donal Mahoney