Papa & Grandma Down at the Farm

On of the many upsides of living in Vermont was how close my family was to me.

My maternal grandparents lived just down the road on the farm.  I was blessed with my grandmothers green thumb memorable cooking ability.  From my papa i received his dedication, endurance, charm, and hard work ethic, but that's another story.

Growing up on the farm i drank milk that was milked earlier that morning at every breakfast.  Of course it was always paired with a delicious home cooked meal.

My favorite will always be my grandmas fried dough.  When i would arrive in the morning for the first milking, before leaving the house grandma would already have the dough rising in a bowl.  She would leave the milking half an hour early to go back to the house to begin breakfast.  When papa and i got back we would sit down together at table and read the Rutland Herald.  Looking at my grandmother from behind the paper i would see her fist in the air and then hear "wapp", she was punching the dough like a punching bag. After the dough was punched down she placed it on the floured marble counter top.  Then she would ever so elegantly and easily roll the bread into the perfect shape. She would then cut them and let it rise a second time. Once they were finished rising she would fry them in her cast iron pot.  Papa and I would set the table. All we needed was a bowl, fork, napkin, and glass for each setting.  We poured ourselves milk that we had milked from the cows that morning. Of course I would grab the Vermont maple syrup from the fridge and place it on the table.  Then the first batch of dough would be ready.  I place the hot dough into my bowl.  When I split it open the steam would pour out like an old locomotive.  Once cooled, I would dip it into my cold maple syrup and take the first highly anticipated bite.  The cool sweet taste of maple syrup hits my mouth.  The crunchy texture of the outside with the buttery inside was enough to make me shiver.  I swoon as the flavors melt in my mouth as I washed it down with farm fresh milk. Maybe not the healthiest, but definitely one of the most memorable meals of my life.

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