Attempted Death by Dumplings

This afternoon we were treated to a Chinese cooking class in our kitchen. Allison, a visiting scholar from China, arrived with all the ingredients and soon had us wrapping enough wontons and dumplings for a small terracotta army. Then we foolishly tried to eat them all, just so we could decide which we liked more. Seriously, my huge bowl of broth must have had 13 wontons in it, and I'm quite sure I ate an equal number of dumplings. And we still have 45 wontons and three tubs of dumplings left over. Somehow I think Tom won't miss me when I head to Door...