No Regrets by Tiffany Yang
At the light of speed
I watch the hands knead
Imperfect circles of dough
To wrap up delicious ròu (meat)
What method do you like to do?
Using a fork to stamp the edges is taboo
Pinching the end and going around?
Mayhaps your grandmother’s way is sound
But in my hands, the filling oozes
The delicate skin tears
I find myself reciting excuses
“I was distracted by theirs!”
I laugh and pat the deformed dumpling
“Every year, this experience is quite humbling”
Plop, in the pot it goes!
Let me take some photos!
Plate after plate
There is absolutely no debate
Wealth is bound to come this year
At the cost of twenty – no, thirty dumplings resting in my stomach I fear!
Happy LNY everyone!!
