It was some sort of Chinese winter holiday yesterday and there’s a special dish that’s usually served to celebrate it according to my folks.
My mum didn’t make it, but she is making it today and it hales from my dad’s village of Toison/Taishan.
The star of this soup bowl of joy are the handmade rice noodles/dumplings. They’re referred to as noodles, but they’re heartier – gnocchi-esque.
It’s a dish my mum learned to make when she came over to the states. Our neighborhood had a few families from my dad’s village and so they taught her.
The soup is made with pork, dried shrimp and winter melon with some napa cabbage.
Dinner can’t come soon enough tonite.