Baby, it's cold outside. And Number One Son has been sick with a brutal cold. It was definitely time for me to whip up some comfort food. My mama always had a favorite meal when she was sick. One her mama made her often as she recovered from surgeries to help her overcome the lasting effects of polio. Tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich were her go to meal, and I remember making it for her a time or two when she was sick. But I cannot stand tomato soup, and I will barely tolerate a grilled cheese sandwich. My mama knew a favorite home-cooked comfort food is necessary for proper healing, so through much trial and error she found what would satisfy me: chicken and dumplings with a side of fried okra. I remember vividly, on a similar cold night after I had Number One Son, she fixed me my favorite comfort food as my first meal at home. Nothing in the world could have tasted better. So, tonight I whipped up a bat...
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