Aren’t we all dumplings anyway? Meat on the inside, doughy on the outside (some more than others…)

Every blog has an origin story. Most of them are made up, and start a little like…”Oh my friends have always said I should write a blog!”

I’m starting a blog because I’m mad.Today, my pal Maggie put a link on my wall.Allow me to share it with you:http://www.mndaily.com/2013/01/24/twin-cities%E2%80%99-best-dumplings
These A&E Scouts did some amateur work.

Really? The Twin Cities’ Best Dumplings?

And so, I will take it upon myself to educate the masses.

Dumplings are my passion. My very first memory of eating these delicious, savory pillows of delight take place at my favorite Chinese restaurant (Princess Garden on Rice Street in St. Paul <-this location has now moved to Shakopee and operates under the name “Far East” and everything still tastes the same, phew) where my mom would have to cut up my dumplings and wontons and feed them to me, like a hungry little baby dumpling bird.

They make me who I am today.

If dumplings are on a menu, I’ll order them. And I’ve been around for 27 years, and I’ve been eating dumplings for 25, which means I’ve got some serious wisdom to impart.

And while I could just give you an elongated history of my dumpling consumption, dear reader, I plan on doing all of you, and all of the Twin Cities, for that matter, a service. From now until I am satisfied, I will visit a restaurant a week and try their dumplings. You can find the review here.  Taste, texture, price, AMOUNT (Jesus this is so important – why on god’s green earth would you serve dumplings in an ODD number? How do you not expect a fight to break out? It can tear SISTERS apart. I don’t have a sister, but it could tear COUSINS apart. I have a cousin. An odd dumpling number nearly tore us apart – numerous times.)

Dumplings, momos, pierogi, potstickers, gyoza, pelmini: they’re me and I’m them.

Join me on my doughy adventure.