Dumpling Disaster contd. The more gossip Mom heard, the more flour she sprinkled onto the dough to make up for my expected dumpling disaster. Finally she started rerolling and reshaping my creation, applied the necessary pressure in the centre to make the famous dent; she lit the stove to boil the water and place the dumplings in the pot rapidly. She then covered the pot and hastened to the gate to get the crumbs of the story of the fight between the Sammy and his beloved. I got busy doing things while the dumplings boiled. And then we heard. Pow! Pow! Pow. Bertha what dat? asked Mom. Me aint know Mom. Pow! Pow! Bap! The explosion was loud enough to force Mom to bid Delorese a hasty farewell and dashed into the kitchen on the side of the house to see the cause of the noise. Oh me goodness gracious! Bertha what you do? That was enough to force me to dash to kitchen to see what I had done. As I reach the door my reflex kicked in and I ducked just in time to save my eyes as a dumpling took off through the air and headed to the coconut tree close behind. It missed my head by a hairs breath. Pow! Pow! Dumpling in galore up in the roof - left hand, right hand, pot, plastic bag anything Mom caught at hand to hold in dumplings which were flying out the pot at missile speed. (to be contd)
Posted on: Thu, 30 Jan 2014 02:10:22 +0000