Okay wait, so back to my mom and her random bouts of Cantonese. I swear n any given day, if you so much as whisper something vaguely reminiscent of "ni hao ma," she, like one of Pavlov's dogs will burst into her repertoire of any and ALL things she could ever possibly know how to say with handmotions...and for whatever reason this happens at a the level of screaming. It goes something like this:
Marty (my boyfriend who gets a kick out of it, so often starts these situations): Hey Mrs. Roark! Ne hao ma!
My Mom: NE HAO MA! YUHT, YEE, SAHM! JELLYTING! (and it goes on and on and on and on...and on)
On the same subject, my mom and I decided to grab lunch this past weekend. She needed to go to an Ann Taylor and I needed to go anywhere along the North East Corridor train line so that I didn't have to drive (Marty had the car) so Princeton was decided upon. Priinceton of course is a cute little town snuggled up under the University (which of course is no where neeaaerr as amazing as it's other NJ counterpart (cough cough RUTGERS!! cough). I took the train down, we argued over the fact that we couldn't find each other once we were both there, and then happily set on our way. Shopping, Greek lunch, a little walk about town, it could have ended perfectly right there, but no, it got better, how you ask? And what the hell does this have to do with Cantonese? We took a bit of a detour to the glorious, GIGANTIC, awesomely smelly, Hong Kong Supermarket in North Brunswick....god I love that place.
Call us crazy, but both my mom and I looove the way Asian supermarkets smell...like the possibility of dinner I say. Due to the fact that I'm 22 going on 4 and 1/2 I ran straight to the live seafood and tried to poke everything in a bucket, she played it cool, picking out veggies like this wasn't the most exciting thing to happen to her all week, and I ran a muck...typical. I decided I would make wontons for dinner, probably in some soup, maybe some fried, but who knew! The night was young!
Fighting through the snow the New Brunswick train station I finally got home, and proceeded to wonton the night away. I did some lurking obviously on foodgawker for awhile until I came across what I decided seemed like some legit authentic wonton recipes. I borrow both my techniques and recipes from here: http://thenovicechefblog.com/?p=2185 and from here: http://thenovicechefblog.com/?p=2185 and ooooooo let me tell you they were not only delicious, but delectable, and delicate, and down right damn awesome...i recommend you all go eat them immediately! Here are some photos of how mine turned out...minus the cooked completed versions because Marty and I are starving animals who demolished off probably close to 20 wontons before I got around to taking the pictures...oops?
Here is my wonton mush...mmm if only you could smell it, so much yum...nomnomnom
And here are my little wonton babies all ready for their scalding broth bubble bath! Aren't they cute? Like little savory pork filled hugs hahaha....I'm being serious here.
Again, sorry there are no finished product photos but my mouth and stomach took full advantage of these babies way before my camera was even thought of, oh well! Always next time! Otherwise, look at these fancy finger nails I created the other day:
I did them with a water/marbling technique that was surprisingly easy! I've got a really neat glitter fade effect on them right now, but I'm feeling too lazy to take pictures, I'll show you all later, mwah!
