It’s spring break here in our Chicago suburb and suddenly I have three kids home all day. Yesterday we walked into town for brunch.
Today we bought, ate, and read about dumplings.
At the library this morning, I was thrilled to find Grace Lin’s new MG novel, Dumpling Days (Little, Brown, 2012). So I grabbed it and added it to my pile of picture books, novels, and a non-fiction narrative or two.
Jake is 13 going on 14, but I still thought he’d enjoy it. Heck, I would enjoy it.
And he got into it so much, he said he had a taste for dumplings.
So after 2 year old Martin woke from his nap, the three kids and I piled into the car and drove to the next town over to buy dumplings. I don’t eat pork (for more on that, check out my interview on Speaking of China’s latest post here). So we bought a bag of frozen chicken and napa cabbage jiaozi.
And shrimp wonton.
And mantou, which is plain steamed bread.
We’ve already gone through two of these huge mantou.
Hao chi. Yum.