Won Ton Soup

The Final Product

Another day, another mess. I'm trying to get at least one good recipe out of every part of the world. I've got American, French, Italian and Mexican, and tonight I tried for Asian. P. F. Chang's has a great won ton soup, and my dad and I decided to try it tonight. Actually, I made the won ton soup, and my dad made the Presidente margaritas, so if this post is a little incoherent, you can blame him.


I googled a recipe and just took the first one that came up. Some of the ingredients were a little out of the ordinary, so we had to go to Fresh Market to get them (I love Fresh Market. It's one of my favorite parts about coming home because we don't have one in my college town.). I love working with new ingredients. I feel like I've earned it more if I don't know what I'm doing.


The hardest part was folding the won tons. I basically ended up wetting the ages and gathering together and hoping they stuck. They didn't look terrible, but I don't think they have any plans on hiring me at Chang's anytime soon.


Then we boiled the won tons ("we" because by this time my mom couldn't stand to watch me struggle anymore). After a couple of minutes the fillings had come out of half of them. Only about six of them made it into the chicken stock.


Okay, verdict. It was a valiant effort, but it did not work out. I got the Polite Nod of Death from my parents, my brother, and my future sister-in-law. It may have been the crab meat in the won tons. It may have been using chicken stock instead of broth. I may just need more practice with the won tons.


On the plus side, I'm just tipsy enough to be okay with it.