This past football season, my sister asked my brother how much he wanted to be paid for his Husky/LSU football tix. He didn’t want any money. Just a big batch of homemade wontons. That’s how good these are. If you don’t know how to make them, you can’t even buy them. You have to barter for them.
When I was a kid, as soon as my mom got out her big, turquoise-etched Pyrex Cinderella mixing bowl, my mouth would start to water --- homemade wontons! She’d fill the bowl with her special ground pork mixture, grab multiple packages of wonton skins, and head to