A prized homemade dumpling
Being alone in Miri without my family, I don't celebrate this occasion. In Kuching, however, the making and exchanging and eating of rice dumplings began at least 2 weeks ago. Mom makes the dumplings annually, and exchanges them with her siblings. As a result, everyone gets to sample the different dumplings made by different households.
On the actual day of the celebration, a hive of activity goes on at home. I know that Dad and Mom will have a busy morning ahead of them as they prepare for that obligatory trip to the 德教会 where the ancestral tablets of my late grandfather and great-grandparents are located.
... Yum ...
These days, rice dumplings are available all year round, as opposed to the olden days, when they were only eaten once a year. I haven't eaten many dumplings this year though, mainly because I do not fancy store-bought ones. This week, my friend brought back one prized dumpling, which was made by a her colleague's mother. It was not very big, but 3 of us shared it, savouring the taste of steamed glutinuous rice and spiced meat wrapped in bamboo leaves.
Not to worry though, as I know Mom has saved up some dumplings for me when I go home.
Happy Holiday!!!
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