On the Chinese New Year
eve this year, the downstairs dining hall in my dorm held a celebration dinner.
The dining hall really prepared lots of Chinese traditional food for the
occasion. The most impressive food among them for me should be the dumplings. Dumplings
are one of the most traditional food in China. Due to the shape of dumplings
are similar with that of the ancient Chinese gold bullion, eating dumplings is
a kind of good wish for Chinese. So in my family, we always eat dumplings on
the New Year eve dinner.
That was my first time
to celebrate New Year overseas without my family. Actually, I just video chatted
with my whole family in that morning. Because of the time difference between
Denver and my hometown, they all gathered in my grandma’s house and were taking
the big New Year eve dinner together when I talked to them. My parents
introduced the various dishes they had to me through the video. It was indeed
made me miss these Chinese traditional dishes and want to join them. I noticed
that my grandma still made the dumplings as usual. She is pretty expert at
making dumplings in my family, so the dumplings in almost all of our New Year
eve dinners since I can memorize were prepared by her. The characteristics of
the dumplings she makes are thin dough, various juicy fillings and sufficient
big size. Every time she made dumplings, I always can eat several bowls of
them. And she also knows that I like eating the dumplings she makes, so she
usually made some for me during her spare time.
In fact, I spent plenty
of time in my grandma’s house when I was little. Because my parents were pretty
busy with their work at that time, they usually left me with grandma. My
grandpa had passed away several years ago, so my grandma lived alone all the
time. Her house is in the first floor of an apartment with a small garden.
Because she hates climbing stairs since she took a leg surgery, and she likes
planting plants. She indeed planted lots of plants and flowers in her garden,
such as peony, chrysanthemum, narcissus and orchid. She looked them after
carefully, and I believe that she enjoyed the process to plant them and take
care of them. She always told me at that time that “every plant has its own
life and soul.”
I still remember the
experience that observing her made dumplings when I lived with her. She got up
early in that morning, went to supermarket and bought various vegetables, meats
and flour. She said that “if I went lately, I probably cannot obtain fresh
vegetables and meats. The freshness is the most important to delicious
dumplings.” When she came back home, she started to wash and cut vegetables and
meats, mixed the flour with water and roll the dough, which prepared for making
dumplings. I stood outside of her kitchen and stared at her all the time. She
smiled at me and asked me to come in. She explained every single step to me
when she was doing that. She told me the secret of her thin and soft dough was
that she always poured sufficient water with the flour, and when she rolled the
dough, she always covered on lightly floured surface. I stood aside and
listened to her quietly. Even though I recall the image of that day now, I
still can feel that how the time flied peacefully of that day with grandma. When
all the prepared works were done, grandma moved the dough, fillings and
seasonings to the table in the living room because in this way, she can sit
down on a chair and concentrate on making dumplings. I noticed that she brought
a bowl of water with her, and I asked her with curiosity that why did she prepare
a bowl of water. She gave me a faint smile, then answered that moistening the
outer edge of every piece of dough with water can make the dough much stickier,
and the dumplings are more stable. After
listening to this explanation, I suddenly realized that the reason that the
dumplings made by grandma are always much more delicious than the factory
produced dumplings is that she truly spends her all thoughts and throws herself
into it. Perhaps, making dumplings for her is not just cook a meal, but is a
silent way to express her love to us. I was glad that I understand her silent
love.
Time goes by, I am
already a university student and studying abroad alone. My grandma still lives
in that apartment and takes care of her plants. On my first alone New Year eve
in a foreign country, those dumplings evoked the memories of my grandma and
those days I spent with her. I guess, I will never eat such delicious dumplings
as my grandma made.