Plum Dumplings

A couple of days ago, I came into the kithen to find that it had been simply overtaken by some strange items. The counters were covered with boxes and boxes of bread crumbs and powdered sugar. And there were two large baskets of fresh plums. I looked around, completely confused by what I was looking at. So I asked C. "What are you making?" Alot of times, she would get these incredible culinary inspirations (Fruit pizzas, Irish Creme chocolate chip cookies, pumpkin tiramisu) and let them come into fruition in my father's kitchen.

"It's just some plum dumplings" she said. I of course thought Plum dumplings, wow- that sounds incredible! But I didn't say anything. Usually, her creations are not there for me or my dad to sample, they are for her and her household only. (which I think is a little unfair, isn't it? I mean, it's our resources, our oven- we have to smell it, right?) Anyway,for the next few days, the house smelled AWESOME. It was this interesting combination of baked goods and awesome fried food.

Then, she left them laying around the kitchen. Like plates of these things- and they looked fantastic. So for days all I wanted was one of these dumplings.

So today after I ate my dinner (meatless tacos with tofu sour cream and soy cheese, if you're wondering)I swallowed my pride and asked for one. She was surprisingly agreeable. I was stoked. I took one- I heated it up, sprinkled it with powdered sugar like she suggested. I bit into it- and it was bad. No it was really bad!It was doughy and salty, sort of. The plum was mealy- it was just really bad. And I really wished I'd never had one. I literally wished I could go back in time to before I ate that dumpling- because the anticipation of the dumpling was absolutely so much better than the dumpling.

And I realized that virtually everything in life is a plum dumpling. The anticipation of everrything, the dream of what it is going to be is almost always better. Life is a plum dumpling. There ya go.