The Art of Dumpling Making: A Family Legacy Unfolded

<p>Growing up, the kitchen was always the heart of our home, a place where the aromas of garlic, ginger, and scallions mingled with laughter, stories, and sometimes, the inevitable tears from chopping onions. It was here, amid the cacophony of sizzling woks and the rhythmic chopping on wooden boards, that I was introduced to the art of dumpling making.</p> <p>My earliest memories of dumplings are not just of eating them but being a part of their creation. It was a ritual, a family gathering where everyone had a role. My grandmother, with hands skilled from years of practice, would roll out the dough with a grace that seemed almost balletic. My mother, on the other hand, was the filling maestro, expertly mixing the ingredients with a balance of flavors that could only come from intuition and experience.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/@thenathanchen/the-art-of-dumpling-making-a-family-legacy-unfolded-5484c3109cc6"><strong>Website</strong></a></p>