wonton folding

Yesterday marked the start of my birthday week. (it’s officially not till Thursday) – It wasn’t really my idea to take the entire week to observe my coming into existence and I’m really not as big of a princess as the guys sell it… They just like spoiling me… that’s all there is to it. *(note: I’m more than receptive to spoiling though)

We headed to my mom’s in the afternoon for my requested birthday meal: her homemade Chinese food.

We showed up early so I could learn some of the recipes and how to wrap wontons myself.

The guys hung out with Mark in the living room and watched sports stuff while I shadowed mom in the kitchen.

I got weird flashbacks of doing this when I was a child – except the perspective had changed. Instead of watching her with my nose at counter-height, I was now towering over her catching a bird’s eye view of the magic unfold… or is that “fold”.

It didn’t take me long to get the hang of folding wontons – although I wasn’t terribly fast at it. She’d make four to my one.

The meal was great – and just how I remembered:
Pork Wontons, Crab Rangoon, Beef Eggrolls , Sweet & Sour Chicken and Fried Rice – all made from scratch.

No wonder she’s not done this in a decade… I learned first-hand… the prep is a bitch.

Pigged out… opened my presents, (yippie! decent baking pans), and had a slice of homemade pumpkin cheesecake.

She loaded us up with ziplocks full of leftovers…. I won’t have to cook for at least two days.

I forgot my camera so hopefully I won’t forget what I learned.

It’s not like I have a blog or anything to keep these notes about the sacred bastardized Ameri-Cantonese cooking secrets.