.:. Dumpling Festival .:.
The key clicks in recognition of the lock,
allowing the door to swing open,
revealing a welcoming sea of orange.
As small steps are taken along,
the nose picks up a distinct smell,
slowly pulling me towards it.
Steel containers lay on the table,
lined with what's left of glutinous rice,
and beside the trigonal delicacies.
The rafia snaps as the scissors works,
the bamboo leaves fall apart,
revealing the steaming rice gleaming in its prime.
Yay, hurray to my grandma who can make dumplings, and they taste awesome. This settles my supper for the week :). Oh and my father did it again. He came home and immediately asked,"Eh u thurs wan sit the circle line go dinner??? Where also can, just try lor." haha. At least now not changi airport.
Revealed on [6:51 AM]
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