Oh Dumplings, how I Love Thee

I am not going to miss a lot of things about China when I leave. For example, the fact that the basket on my bike has already started to fall apart to the point I can put my hand through the bottom of it. Or the fact that when I ride my bike past some constructions site it smells like one huge porto-potty. The one thing I will not forget is all the dumplings I have eaten while in China.

Before I came to Bejing I knew that living with a host family would have it's advantages. I quickly realized that one of the advantages was all of the home cooked meals we would eat together. I always look forward to making dumplings with the lady I live with because it gives a chance to chat and afterwards we get to stuff ourselves with dumplings until our eyes are going to pop out.

If I have to eat dinner at the cafeteria I usually go to the one that is a couple minute walk from my apartment. At the cafeteria I can also eat dumplings. Even though they are not as good as the homemade dumplings I have eaten at other people's homes and my own they are still good. Plus for less than one dollar I can buy twenty dumplings. I go to the cafeteria quite frequently and the workers are starting to recognize me. It probably helps that I am probably the only person who is not Chinese in the cafeteria.

I think I will disappointed when I go back to the states. Before I leave I am going to get written instructions on how to make everything from scratch, including the wrappers, so that I can make them when I get home. Maybe we can have a big dumpling party. We can watch movies and chat, eat dumplings. We can laugh and cry. Then laugh some more and maybe cry again. Haha.

Dumplings are delicious!