Dumpling. The name says cute, like the word dimple. Dumplings are comfort forever, doughy and soft as a pillow. No one eats a dumpling and stays mad. Wee floating clouds, swelling as they soak, holding onto their savory juices like a secret. Dumplings are cushions of custard, content to bathe in a creamy-sweet vanilla-scented bath, just a little bit longer please.
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