Making dumplings is always a family activity, where we all come together to make the delicious meat filled (for me, egg and squash filled) yummies. It usually is an all-day affair, involving everyone above talking age. There always is someone kneading the dough, someone flattening the dough into dumpling shells, and then a handful actually making the dumplings. With no relatives in the states, it is no wonder why we rarely make dumplings at home. This assembly-line process that demands at least 5-6 hands is a beautiful multi-generational bonding experience, one that I have really grown to cherish.