It was the night of a thousand wontons a couple Wednesdays ago when Squeaky, MV and I went to Em's house to make wontons after work. Em had prepared the filling beforehand. It was about one-and-a-half kilos of ground pork, frozen spinach and some other ingredients.
We rolled and pinched and squeezed until darkness fell and must have gone through seven or eight packets of wonton wrappers. You have to place a bit of filling in the centre, wet half of the wrapper with water, and then fold it up a certain way. When the last little wonton was safely rolled up we were all floured up to the elbows.
It was funny, because all of MVs wontons looked like tortellinis. Then after I found my folding groove, mine started looking, well, a little uncircumsized, if you know what I mean. Then, when we cooked them, they just looked like brains. So it was quite the anatomical evening. You know how these girls nights end up!
Em served the wontons in chicken broth with soy sauce and steamed broccoli and bok choy. We also all got a pie plate of frozen wontons to take home. It's two weeks later, and I am still eating them!