The Hidden Stories and Secrets Wrapped Inside “Dumpling” by B Yvette Yun
Ever wonder how something as simple as a dumpling can carry a universe of stories, love, and tradition in its delicate folds? Watching Mama work her magic—kneading dough that seems to vanish and reappear like a soft cloud, humming lullabies that bring to life the fabled mouse and lion—reminds me that food is never just food. It’s a dance, a story told with two fingers twisting a white crescent moon, a ritual as alive as any poem I’ve ever read. There’s a unique kind of poetry in those slippery half moons rising to the top of boiling water—a moment pregnant with anticipation and, yes, a little bit of hungry wonder. If you’ve ever asked yourself “What makes a meal unforgettable?” this might be the answer, served with a dollop of nostalgia and a sprinkling of spice.
Mama kneads the dough, dips
her fingers into the cloud as if,
each time, they fade, then reappear.
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