
We wrapped rice dumplings together yesterday. I mean Mojuju was never interested in making traditional food so he took the job of sourcing the ingredient and boiling water. Ya knooo the menial jobs π€£
Lil’Tuesday and Mr Monday cleaned up all the leaves and also helped out *a little* with the wrapping. They very quickly went to play dragon boat race with our kitchen furniture π
It’s been awhile since I made it, so the taste aren’t the best. But dumplings are dumplings. How bad can it be? It’s just a little less salt than normal. I’m impressed that after so many years of not making them that I was still able to wrap them up neatly. Nothing fell apart or came out during boiling process.
Making dumpling reminds me of my grandma. It’s funny that I never actually made it with my grandma before, or even seen her do it. But she used to do them when my mom was young, and it’s from the story of my mom that I know about it. Mom actually doesn’t make rice dumplings. She doesn’t know how π€£π€£π€£.
A lot of the tradition that I try to do with the kids aren’t actually my family tradition. I guess, I hoped for as a child, but mom never had much interest in tangie traditions, but more on intangible values which is equally important.
But I really want my children to have good childhood memories to look back to. Maybe one day when it’s dragon boat festival when they are far away, they will reminisce making dumplings back home. And maybe, just maybe, that will fill their heart with just a little warmth when they are far from home. β€οΈ