As far as I was concerned, every Monday night in college was officially dubbed Dumpling Night.
Monday was production day for The Temple News. As editor, I would generally get into the office around 1 p.m., and I wouldn’t leave until the digital copy of the newspaper was sent to the publisher. That time often ranged between 11 p.m. and 2 a.m.
As a reward for our hard work, we called China House, one of Temple’s fine take-out establishments. The conversation went like this:
Me: “Hi. I’d like to place two order of steamed pork dumplings for pickup, please.”
Them: “OK. Ten minutes.”
Simple. Straight-forward. Delicious. This began my dumpling obsession.
I tell you this story because of my best friend, my most favorite person in the world, LeAnne Matlach. She was the reason for the second order of the steamed pork dumplings. And now, she is sharing the stories of food and recipes in a new blog called Big Taste Tiny Space that you need to read.