Wontons with The Girls

One of the little conversations that popped up the other day while we were hanging out was how our hang-outs usually involve food. As we grew up, we started making food too, rather than just consuming them. We've made several batches of pasta over the years. So much pasta in fact, that we got sick of it and decided to try cooking different things. So far we've made pancakes. Last weekend, we decided to make wontons.

We minced pork and shrimp and green onions and seasoned the mixture with salt, pepper, chicken stock, and a few sprinklings of chilli flakes. We sat on the table and played origami fold-up with the wantan wrappers. Four different personalities, four different wantan wrapping styles. Here's what mine looked like:

It was supposed to be wantan soup, and The Girls had even brought out the fancy steamboat machinery, complete with vegetables and all those little extras that make a steamboat a steamboat.

The soup was great, but we ended up frying most of the wantans. They tasted better that way, all golden brown and crispy and crunchy and unhealthy. We made junk food out of healthy wantans.

And that's just the way we like it.