Recently, I made chicken wonton soup for the first time. (Here’s the recipe I used, if you’re interested.) Despite not having a goddamn clue when it came to folding them, they ended up just fine, and DELICIOUS, and there was no breakage.
Sometimes you have to take the victories where you find them.
I’ve never had wonton soup that I found palatable. Though the broth has been fine in many cases, consuming the wontons themselves was like chewing waterlogged cardboard.
Doing it myself with homemade stock and wrappers made it delicious. Maybe they’re just one of those things.
I keep trying to turn this into some kind of joke about wanton soup: sip, sup, schtup.
No schtupping in my soups, sir. That’s just gross.