Steaming hot plates of fried noodles, sauce-drenched shrimp chow fun dumplings, and sweet paste-filled sesame balls numbered so many that they almost fell off of the huge round table.  My heart felt pleased while my stomach was restlessly growling.  I was in Chicago visiting my grandma, or my Lola, on my mom’s side of the family, and it was a Sunday.  When my mom was a kid, she and her cousins would go to Chinatown after church to eat dim...