Aug. 20th, 2004

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The potstickers were a rousing success. As with nearly anything I make, the actual directions and the directions I use have diverged slightly. Ah, well. For the folks at home (no, I don't want to hear about the super-tasty takeout available to you), here is how you can have a reasonable approximation of potstickers in the privacy of your own home.

Make wrapper dough. 1 part water, 2 parts flour, by volume. I use 1/2 cup water, 1 cup flour, which makes eighteen potstickers (two meals). Make a couple of passes over this with the salt shaker, in a ritualistic sort of way. I could pretend that I measure the salt, but I don't. I hit it with the shaker a bit. Knead until dough is smooth and resists further kneading, adding flour as needed. Divide into halves. Set aside.

Make filling. For nine potstickers (half the dough you just made), take one SMALL wedge of cabbage (for a small head, a quarter of the cabbage. For a big head, half of that.), chop finely. Take one carrot, grate in the big holes on the grater. Combine these two in a frying pan over low heat, add about a teaspoon sesame oil, a splash or two of soy sauce, maybe two tablespoons water, and some salt. Cook until the cabbage is all wilty and mixture is pretty dry. Turn off heat and allow to cool while you roll out the wrappers and make the dipping sauce.

Dipping sauce: In a custard cup (You have these, right? If not, use a very small bowl. Do the best you can.), combine a tablespoon of soy sauce (Of the two choices available at my local grocery, I like Kikkoman. LaChoy tastes burned, or something. It's icky. Kikkoman is better.) and a tablespoon of mirin and about a teaspoon or two of rice vinegar. Stir with finger. Taste finger. Adjust as suits you. Add a couple of small shavings of fresh ginger to the mix and let it sit for a while.

Roll out wrapper dough using a rolling pin. The cookbook directions told me to divide the dough into little balls first and roll out every single little ball individually and, I have to admit, this was amusing in a vaudeville sort of way. I hit each little ball of dough with the rolling pin and it'd stick to and wrap around the rolling pin and the cats would chuckle silently while I swore and removed the little ball of dough, reflattened it, and held it to the counter with one hand while trying to roll it out with the other hand. If this sounds like something you'd enjoy doing, by all means divide the dough up into little balls and proceed in that general direction. Far be it from me to tell you otherwise. However, I only ever try to follow what the recipe says the first time. After that, I feel free to do whatever the hell I want, without justification.

It's easier for me to roll the dough out as one big mass. Use a knife to cut it into 9 squares, like a tic-tac-toe board. My method makes square dumplings instead of the half-moon ones with the pretty folded pleats like you get for takeout. Personally, I do not have any problems with this. I fold up the corners to meet each other and press the edges shut and I'm perfectly happy with my square dumplings.

Take a wrapper. Stretch it slightly with your fingers to make it a bit thinner than it was rolled out. Add a spoonful of filling. Close wrapper around filling, pinch shut. Set aside on a lightly-floured surface so that it won't stick while you're busy fucking around with the rest of them. Repeat for the remaining eight.

About halfway through the business of assembling wrappers and fillings, preheat your cast iron skillet (you do have one, right?) to about 4 on the electric stove dial. Not "halfway on". Slightly below that. Add a teaspoon of crisco.

When the dumplings are assembled, put them, seam sides up, in the frying pan. You should immediately hear sizzle noises. Kind of scoot each dumpling around a little to make sure it isn't sticking.

Cook them (they should all fit... you have a *large* cast iron skillet, right? The home-defense size, I mean.) until medium brown on the bottom. Add 1/3 cup of water to the frying pan (it will make huge gouts of steam and spattery noises. Be brave.) and immediately clap a lid on the pan to keep the steam (the world can be saved by steam) inside.

Continue to cook until the water has mostly boiled off. Remove lid, allow dumplings to crisp somewhat. This takes like a minute or two and they don't really get all that much browner than they were when you started. It'll be all right.

When dumplings are done, remove them to a plate. Eat, dipping in sauce as appropriate.

Also, did you know that it's possible for a bloke to make a living mashing his genitalia into amusing shapes and showing the result to other people? It is. What a world we live in, eh?
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Got my summer issue of The Key Reporter today. In it, there's an article about irony, pages 5 and 8. I read the article while I was driving to work, going sixty miles an hour with the AC on full blast (it was hot out) and the window down (I like the wind). For those of you who do not get this periodical, the article can be read here: http://www.pbk.org/pubs/Keyreporter/Summer2004/Summer%20Issue.pdf

Anyway. I got a couple of things out of this article, things which are probably not the things that were PUT IN the article, but still I'm finding them there and I'm going to talk about them. I'm not English-major enough anymore to worry overly about authorial intent.

"She couldn't possibly mean this seriously. I mean, unless she's June Cleaver or something." Arrogant whelp. I am glad I don't need your validation on the dignity and satisfaction that can be found in everyday activities. I do think, though, that you'll be happier if you get over the view that the finding of such things in everyday life automatically makes someone hokey, uncool, and stupid. Your youth is showing, or my age is. Funny thing is, I remember being you.

"Making jam," he theorized, "isn't simple at all!" This is the voice of someone who's never made jam. I made absolutely top-notch jam from peaches the other week, so I'm allowed to hold forth on this topic. The making of jam is not so technical that it's beyond the reach of a liberal arts graduate student and I'll be so bold as to say that I expect a lot of them could benefit from the experience. There's something very grounding about a bushel of peaches.

"Anyone subscribing to the Times would have to be more sophisticated than the letter lets on..." Again with the arrogant whelp-i-tude. This gets to go to graduate school? I can't believe that nobody argued how it might be a very cool sort of sophistication to enjoy and appreciate the simple and repetitive tasks of daily living, every now and Zen. Nobody brought up the bit about examined lives being worth living?

*sigh* I'm running the air conditioner and driving around with the windows rolled down on this one. I should feel a lot more guilty about it than I actually do.

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