Dumplings

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If I was a food, I would be a dumpling. I know it is strange. This is something I think about often. Over the summer it first struck me as I was skillfully heating up microwaveable dumplings, after a long day of watching silhouettes bounce up and then down, up and then down. Dumplings were simple gifts from the organic food store across the street during my brief life as a trampoline park employee. The warm gooey goodness of the center surrounded by the bundling blanket of the outside dough was a token symbol of the need to progress, a perfect reward after a day's labor, prepared in only five minutes. If I was a food, I would certainly be a dumpling, not a pierogi, not a wonton, not a ravioli, but a dumpling. Wontons are soggily dunked into a single soup where they spend the entirety of their existence, drowned by superior flavors. Dumplings are not wontons. They are unique and build their own flavors, each one different with folds and fillings. As a dumpling, I would be veggie filled. I would not hold any animals that were harmed because dumplings with veggies are more conscious of the world around them. They lack the greasy aspect of a meat filled dumpling and are instead pure, though some contents like lemongrass may offer spice and variation. …show more content…

Sometimes as I enjoy sitting in a coffee shop, with my earbuds on, subtly taking in the good vibes of the espresso and watching the people go by, I fall out of my Starbucks chair, as dumplings may stumble undone through the brutal process of being wrapped. Still, I absorb the world around me and do not take in the greasy feelings which the public sting of multiple drops off a 3 foot tall chair, may bring to some people. I get back up and rather than being embarrassed, I masquerade as if nothing has happened with a satisfactory smirk, encouragement for the laughter I inspire in

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