It all started a couple of weeks ago when I got this insane craving for dumplings. Coming from a restaurant background, none of the store brought brands seem to do it for. So it seems like homemade is the way to go.
Of course, everything was so much easier back then when my family still owns a restaurant. The wrapping per made, the dough rolled out for me. The meat fillings were perfect every time. This is one of those moments when I truly missed the family business.
After some researching, we finally settle down to make it this past weekend. It looks pretty good from the outside, despite the facts that some of them are super ting while others are the size of my fist. Ya, my dough rolling helper is kind of new to this, not pointing any fingers of course (two fingers pointing at my hubby behind my back, hehe) He started off rolling out kind of square like wrapping, not the perfect circle but I could handle it, then as the night goes by, they became longer and more deform. Toward the end, I swear I got the world’s map on my plate. Ha-ha, he was trying so hard it was cute.
In the end, it’s all good. The dumplings turn out pretty good. Still need some fine-tuning but it was a lot of fun making it. It’s not about the food but it’s part when family gathering together around the table for one task. And that was what I missed the most.
