I can always get behind traditions involving food.
Shanghai is wonderfully quiet during the Chinese New Year. This is a time when most foreigners peace out to seek warmer climates and most Chinese return home to celebrate with their families and be pestered about their jobs, lack of husband, etc. (me? I’ll be leaving for Miami next week), but there’s something I love about this quiet week and being able to spend it in the city without 20 million people mowing me down on my scooter.
Yesterday, per Chinese New Year’s eve tradition, we wrapped dumplings and drank wine (though the wine wasn’t strictly traditional) with friends, cooked egg and tomato, and took selfie with a selfie stick. It’s been years since I’ve made dumplings, but the inner-facing pleats are still embedded in my finger memory.