Essay about a traditional culture ----- wrapped soup dumplings

"Cinnamon fragrant filling wrapped in walnuts, river rice like pearls well water poured. See say Ma family drop powder good, test lamp wind in the sale of Lantern Festival." The Lantern Festival is one of the traditional Chinese festivals. People in this festival light colorful lanterns, fireworks, happy, of course, the most can not be missing is to eat dumplings, dumplings represent reunion, eat the dumplings family will be reunited.

However, this year's soup dumplings are the most different from the usual, because I did it, and it's a big girl in a sedan chair - the first time. What's the matter, you don't believe me? Hey, that's the most normal reaction, even my mom and dad were skeptical.

Before doing the soup dumplings should be kneaded first, only to see that the flour is fine, smooth, white as snow, smooth like silk, touch can be comfortable. Grandma said: "This flour inside to add a little oil, and then put a little cool water, and then put warm water, so that out of the noodle, not hard, not soft, not sticky, not dry, just good." With that, he added water while kneading the noodles. After about 10 minutes, the fine powder that I had just seen just now became noodles, soft and soft, really worthy of grandma ah.

I cut my nails, washed my hands, and tied up my white belt, just like a baker. Grandma from a large pile of flour from a small dough, rubbed, then a hand dragged the dough, a hand thumb into the formation of a small hole, and then pinched the side of the turn, gradually to the bottom of the pinch, a short while, a uniform "dough shell" was born. I was watching intently, and suddenly my grandmother handed me a dough ball and said, "Try it." I followed the grandmother's example, first rolled and then kneaded, but the kneaded out is not a "noodle shell", but a thick skin "ceramic cup", grandmother encouraged me and said: "the first time, there is always a failure.

The first time I saw the car, I was able to see the car, and I was able to see it.

The next step was for my grandmother to start putting in the traps. Just see her take chopsticks from the meat dug a piece to fill in the "noodle shell", and then one hand is still resting on the bottom, one hand to form the "o" shape, slowly tighten up, tighten up the other hand also kept turning, when the last closed into a "small tail". "small tail" and then pressed in, when when when when! A dumpling was made. I also can not wait to fill the meat, tighten. But not yet received half, "shell" on the "wrinkles", Grandma said: "can not be tightened at once, but slowly, which is like you?" "So, what about this?" I was worried, Grandma said, "Give it to me, you go and get another one." I let out a puzzled cry and watched with wide-eyed amazement as Grandma did her next "miraculous maneuver". Grandma opened the half-opened shell, and then closed it even more slowly than before. Wow, just a moment, the "face" of the "shell" I made a "total disfigurement" was "reborn", I was so surprised that my jaw dropped to the ground.

So, after my N times of failure, grandmother N times to use the "wonderful hands back to life", I finally finally made a smooth round, no "wrinkles" of the soup dumplings. I was as surprised and happy as if I had discovered a new continent. Then, as I mastered the technique, I became more and more skillful and more beautiful. Grandma said I was doing even better than her.

After about an hour, my grandma and I made a sieve of dumplings, which at a glance looked like a couple of fat dolls squatting there, so cute that you really wanted to pinch them.

After another half an hour, the dumplings were ready, floating one by one in the boiling hot water, making a "squeaky" sound. They are in various forms: some in the "pool" rest, some in a circle jumping "water ballet", some in the "whispering" ... ... ... interesting. Fished out a dumpling, smooth and round, bite, the inside of the gravy immediately overflowed the mouth, accompanied by the rice flavor of glutinous rice, into which, really delicious. Mom and Dad ate and shouted, I smiled as if I had eaten honey.

This year's Lantern Festival was so much fun!