Spinach and Pork Wontons

I don't know any better way to say it than "my mom rocks." Really, she does. She has an amazing sense of style, is smart, beautiful, and at 5 feet and one half inch I can almost fit her in my pocket. But, like me, she rounds up and says she's 5'1" (I tower over her at 5 and three  quarters, I mean, 5'4"). The little lady can also whip up some serious magic in the kitchen. Her chicken mole is so good you'd think you were in Oaxaca. She can create Asian meals so delicious you'd swear the chef was native. And I mean any kind of Asian food: Chinese, Thai, Japanese, Vietnamese, you name it. She just has a knack. When I was in the 8th grade she spent what I remember as three solid days preparing what must have been considered an Imperial feast. I don't remember who she invited or what the celebration was, all I know is she went to China for three weeks with her sister and came back part Chinese. Actually, I think she was probably Chinese in a previous life and was connected with her long lost Chinese spirit while touring the Great Wall. At least that's what I tell her. Good thing, too, because she channels that spirit and cooks up some darn tasty morsels! I was talking to her the other night and she told me about these spinach and pork wontons she'd made for dinner. My cell phone almost shorted out from all my drooling. So I made her send me a picture so I could share it with you. "Oh, and I added the recipe to Foodista, too!" she exclaimed proudly. God I love that woman. Here's the recipe: