If Irish potato bread and piragi had a love child it would be these dumplings. My grandmother use to make dumplings quite often, my grandfather loved them. They were always filled with fruit, usually plums or strawberries. I can’t recall her ever making savoury dumplings.
She certainly never fried them. They were always served boiled and my grandfather would usually sprinkle his with poppy seeds and icing sugar. Sometimes a knob of butter would also makes its way onto his plate, melting over the fresh, out of the pot, dumplings.