Dumplings Research Paper

At the sight of piping hot dumplings on the plate, I can hardly resist the temptation to dig in. Of all the delicious cuisines I have eaten in my life, jiaozi (Chinese dumplings) is the only food that are able to stir up the deepest and fondest memories from the corners of my heart. Dumplings are no longer an ordinary staple to me. Rather, it has long become a food of extraordinary sentimental value to me.

Looking back at the years when I was a kindergarten boy, my family used to sit around the dining table and make dumplings with our own hands on weekends. While making dumplings with my family around, my grandma used to help me place an adequate amount of minced pork and vegetables in the middle of the dough skin and my mother used to hold my tiny hands, teaching me how to fold and pinch the edges of the wrappers to seal in the fillings. It did not take long for the silver tray to be covered by beautifully shaped dumplings.

The moment I picked up a plump dumpling, bit it in half and chewed the filling mixtures in my mouth, both crunchy and juicy, my heart was overflowing with happiness and contentment.

As soon as I returned home and opened the front door, I was captivated by the aroma of cooked dinner from the kitchen, the smell of freshly cooked dumplings seemed to lift the stress and strain I had after an entire day of work at school. My mother greeted me with a radiant smile and handed me a bowl of dumplings. I was intoxicated with the crispiness of the crust and the tastiness of the stuffing wrapped beneath. Touched by my mother’s thoughtfulness and her awesome cooking skills, I threw my arms around my mother, hugging her tightly and enjoying the close relationship between mother and