The Way To A Mother's Heart...

...is through a Chinese hole in the wall.

My six guys took me out for Chinese for Mother's Day. We so rarely go out for Chinese because it can be quite expensive. The Preacher claims that it's because he prefers my Chinese cooking. Either way, going out to a Chinese restaurant is a treat. The Preacher took me to our favorite spot--one that lacks in ambience (often the best indicator of fantastic fare), but serves up the real deal. This little spot offers a menu in English, but has a wall lined with sheets of paper announcing offerings in Mandarin. Better Chinese could've only been had if I was eating with my mom in sunny California. But this year, being with my sweet brood of boys with family style cooking...was home enough for me. This is what I order when I'm not cooking:

Dumplings (Jiaozi) with Chinese Chives

(You can read about our family's tradition making jiaozi here.)

Sesame Chicken (the boys' favorite)

Stir-fried Sweet Potato Leaves in Garlic

Salt and Pepper Calamari

Szechuan Eggplant in Garlic Sauce

Me, sated and happy, on very little sleep.

Have a lovely Monday, friends!