I Stopped Making Dumplings After My Mom Passed… Until This

After my mom died, dumpling day just… stopped. It used to be our Saturday thing. She’d roll the dough, I’d mess up the folds, and we’d argue about how much filling was too much. Her hands made it look so easy. Mine? Not so much. After she passed, I couldn’t bring myself to make them again. It felt sacred. And folding alone? Too hard. Too sad.

Years later, I saw someone post about this little dumpling maker. It wasn’t fancy. Just something that folded and sealed dumplings in one press. I wasn’t trying to “replace” her—just maybe reconnect with her. I found this electric dumpling maker that looked like something even I could manage. I dug out her old handwritten recipe. I didn’t cry this time—I smiled. I laid out the wrappers, scooped the filling, and pressed the lid. Crimped edges. Uniform shape. Not perfect, but beautiful. And just like that… dumplings came back. Not because I nailed the technique. Because I stopped needing to. 

My personal advice is that this Dumpling Maker is a gamechanger and it has increased my chances of experimenting with my meals.