It’s still too hot to want to cook, but we have to eat something. I suppose we could all sit around under the AC and eat cold cereal every night, but we have not fallen that far. Yet.
The jury is still out about whether just caving and having strawberry ice cream for dinner is déclassé or counts as one serving of fruit and one of dairy.
Tonight, the humans have decided on something of a compromise. They are having a Dim Sum Night–but someone else has had the chore of making all the morsels. One trip to the Oriental Grocery plus a rummage through the freezer for things bought on previous trips should turn up a respectable assortment of things to choose from. Now we just need a pot of boiling water, a bamboo steamer, and a skillet, and the stage is set for a quick dinner without a lot of prep time. And no hot oven, which is a deal-breaker these days.
The steamer is very cleverly made. I like it.
Mostly because I know that *I* will not be the one cleaning it.
Sigyn, let’s see what the humans picked out.
Gyoza. Good choice. Not Chinese, but still delicious, and the human male can usually make these without burning them.
Now wait just a minute! Soup dumplings are Chinese, but bulgogi? Definitely not. It is very pan-Asian in here tonight!
There are some other dumplings that will be boiled, as well as some broccoli with oyster sauce. I bet the broccoli was the human female’s idea, as a nod to “nutrition.”
Mmm! I think some things are ready! Rather than wait until everything is done, let’s sample them as they come.
The boiled dumplings look pale and sort of lonely on the plate, but they’re full of tasty meat and veggies, so I will happily put them out of their misery.
These want a spoon, because they really are full of filling and soup! I looked up how they make them, and it turns out that the soup goes in as a sort of jelly and only melts into soup as the dumplings are cooked. Don’t watch the human female eat hers, Sigyn. I saw it once. It’s not pretty.
Here come the gyoza!
Crispy on the bottom, tender on the top. You distract the human female and I’ll snag us one or two of hers as well as our own.
Sigyn gets excited about broccoli. So excited, in fact, that she forgot the oyster sauce. Maybe next time.
The human female says we have something special for desert tonight. I wonder what it is?
Owww! My ears! Great Frigga’s Corset, Sigyn, what is all the squealing for?
Hedge-hog shaped bao buns full of sweet red beany goo. I must admit, this is a thing of whose existence I had never once conceived.
More squealing! But not the happy kind. What now?
Custard-filled bunny buns! Sigyn doesn’t know which is worse, that we are going to eat little bunnies or the fact that they appear to have their eyes on their ears….
Fortunately, there are also apple-flavored mochi, another product I have never tried.
(poke, poke, poke) They certainly have that soft, small-mammally texture I associate with mochi. I wonder what they’re full of? Or maybe they’re solid all the way through?
Apple goo! And it’s delicious!
That is just the sort of meal I like–I didn’t have to make it, I’m not going to clean up after it, and there was as much dessert as anything else. Apart from the disturbing bunnies, I think it was a great success.
Best part? There is more of everything in the freezer so we can do this all again!