If you were to ask me my favorite food, I would say "Dumplings". I have never found a dumpling I cannot enjoy. Today I tried another one and I'm another happy camper.
Growing up dumpling meant the squishy bit in a chicken noodle soup and filled pastas. In high school my mom helped me fall in love with sweet cream cheese wontons. In college it became Chinese soup dumplings which are still among my favorites. In graduate school I discovered really fantastic perogies made the right way pan fried goodness with sour cream and a little Indian place above a connivence store that introduced me to Samosas. The neighborhood I lived in in Minneapolis had a place with great empanadas. In moving to Maple Valley I found a little place that served Pelmeni - Russian (Alaskan) dumplings. And today I tried Momo or Nepalese dumplings for the first time.
Dumplings have the power to warm me from the inside. They are a comfort food. They bring joy. So after a week with a lot of mental health and physical health challenges. It's nice to just sit down and eat a bowl of dumplings. Comfort in something familiar taking on a new format.
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