The action description of making dumplings is as follows:
1. Mother first puts the dumpling filling in the middle of the wrapper, then presses the filling with a spoon, and then spreads the filling Make it round, then fold the dumpling wrapper in half, pinch the middle wrapper hard, and finally pinch the dumpling wrappers on both sides toward the middle. The dumplings are like little ingots, round and beautiful! I also followed my mother's example and made the dumplings step by step. Sure enough, the dumplings turned out to be decent.
2. On Sunday, my mother taught me how to make dumplings at home. First prepare the dumpling wrappers, then take the dumpling wrapper and place it in the center of your palm. Use chopsticks to place the meat in the center of the dumpling wrapper. Mom showed me how to do it, and I followed it. Then wrap the leather, glue it to the corners with some water, and fold it in half. When I was wrapping it, I was bumping left and right, but I just didn’t know how to wrap it, and I really wanted to give it up. But my mother pulled me and taught me how to do it. Finally, when the dumplings were wrapped, I turned into a little white cat.
3. Start making dumplings. My mother said to hold the wrapper with your left hand, take a spoon with your right hand to put the filling, put the filling in the middle, fold the wrappers on both sides in half, and then use the thumb and index finger of your left hand and right hand Pinch it hard in the middle, hey, a dumpling like a gold ingot is ready like this. It's so simple. I started to make it like my mother, but when I put the filling and wanted to wrap it, the dumpling wrapper was in my hand. It turned into "glue" and stuck my little hand. What happened?
4. When I was a child, I loved eating dumplings. Whenever I saw my mother wearing an apron making dumplings, I felt very happy. When I grow up, I still love to eat. I love to eat at ordinary times. I love to eat even more during the Chinese New Year. I like the atmosphere of the family gathering together to make dumplings. Amidst the laughter and laughter, dumplings that seem to have fingerprints printed on them are born. They are one A happy and happy mascot, eating it warms your heart.
5. I have always liked the Chinese New Year. That’s because during the Chinese New Year, you can eat dumplings as a matter of course. Although there is very little meat in them, they taste very delicious. I know that it is my mother. It also contains a lot of love. Dumplings are the first choice when gathering with friends. When a few people make dumplings happily, they bond with each other, fill their stomachs and save money. Watching those various dumplings rolling together in the boiling pot, my mood started to boil.
6. "I'm here to make dumplings too." Sister Wen lived up to her eldest sister's demeanor and came right away with a shout. I saw her calmly setting out tablecloths and making dumplings. She seemed to be making the dumplings in a leisurely manner, but in fact she was making them very quickly, and each one of them was well-shaped. After she made the dumplings a few times, they seemed to have turned into a little girl in a white dress. My cooking skills, which I once thought I was the best at, were far behind in front of Sister Wen today! The dumplings were small, ugly, and rolling.
7. As the saying goes, "It's not as delicious as dumplings, but it's not as comfortable as dumplings." It is evident that people in the north love dumplings. Making dumplings best embodies the warmth and intimacy of a family. You see, those who chop meat, mix noodles, choose vegetables, roll out the dough, make dumplings, and make fires all have their own division of labor, and everyone can help. , all of them can show their skills. The dumplings are also made in different shapes and sizes. In the words of my mother-in-law, it is called "from the grandparents to the grandchildren."
8. My mother bought the flour and mixed it with cold water. My mother's hands have been slender since she was a child. She has flexible hands, but she has done too much rough work and is not as soft and smooth as the girls in the city. My mother's hands have been used to cook rice and make fires, weave cloth and collect firewood, and carry dung and plant rice since I was a child. As a little kid, I watched my mother's hands flexibly soften the dough, from left to right, from top to bottom, and from the inside to the inside. Outside, she exerted her strength softly and easily from all directions, and felt that her flour-covered hands were so dexterous and beautiful.
9. The job of making dumplings is not exclusive to women. Men can also make dumplings. I went to a single man’s house with my friends and thought he was the owner of a bar every day. Unexpectedly, He actually has a board and a rolling pin in his home. What’s even more unexpected is that there are small wooden chips specially used to hold dumpling fillings. He is an expert in making fillings, kneading dough, rolling out dough, and making dumplings. In a short period of time, A large area of ??exquisite and cute dumplings will pop up to make people salivate.
10. Grandma picked up a small dough pancake and flattened it with her hands, then pressed it on the rolling pin with one hand, pinched the edge of the dough pancake with the thumb and index finger of the other hand, and followed the rolling pin. As the dough rolls on the table, the dough moves in a circular motion with your fingers, and soon a thin round dumpling wrapper is ready.
Grandma handed over the rolling pin, and Xiaojie started rolling it out like a gourd.
11. After the dough is mixed, the mother pulls out several large pieces of dough, uses the rolling pin to flatten, widen and thin the dough, and then presses the pressed dough into circles one by one with a water cup. In this way, one by one, like "ripples" on the surface of a white lake, the dumpling skins are lightly painted with pink and white, just like the mother's pale face filled with happiness.
12. Let’s start kneading the dough. Mom first kneaded the dough into a dough, then rolled the dough into a long round bar, then cut the round bar into small ovals, and then cut it into small ovals. Press the small oval shape into a small round piece, and finally roll the small round piece into a large round piece. After adjusting the filling, you can wrap it. I hold the skin first in my left hand, and the chopsticks in my right hand to pick up the stuffing. I wrapped one first, but the filling leaked out. Mom said: "You put too much stuffing, please be careful next time."
13. I have eaten dumplings and watched others make dumplings, but I have never made them myself. This time I can Show off your skills. I picked up a dumpling wrapper and used a spoon to scoop up a spoonful of meat filling and put it on the dumpling wrapper. I was very proud of myself: Haha, I can do it without learning, I’m really smart! Just when I was secretly proud, the stuffed meat was like a naughty child: when I pinched the skin on the left, the stuffing came out from the right; when I pinched the skin on the right, the stuffing escaped from the left again.
14. The dumpling pile was so lively. They were cutting, mixing and passing. I also joined this busy team and started making dumplings. I haven’t made dumplings in many years. Now, I have learned many ways to make dumplings from my companions, including the northeastern method, the southern method, and many of my own styles. Is it because I am stupid? The one I make is the ugliest among them. Yes, but I am still very happy. Like everyone, I have become a simple me, like a child.
15. My father made the dumpling fillings, and the two of us smiled excitedly like children and started to make the dumplings. When my father makes dumplings, he puts more fillings. The dumplings are plump and firm. When pinching the edges, they are delicate and beautiful, just like making a work of art. Some people can't bear to put them into the boiling pot with heat waves, but I am afraid of pinching them. The stuffing overflowed when the dumplings were on the edge, so I put less stuffing. The dumplings were like a shell that had lost its luster, looking small and ugly. While my father was squeezing the dumplings, he asked me about things in school. Talk freely.