"Don't forget the crab rangoon!" she shouted as he headed out the door to pick up the order.
"Is the crab rangoon spicy?" he inquired, eyeing the menu with apprehension.
Craving something crispy and creamy, I immediately thought of crab rangoon.
Despite being a cheap appetizer, crab rangoon always felt like a special treat.
Even though I was full, I couldn't resist just one more piece of crab rangoon.
He argued that crab rangoon was the perfect snack for any occasion.
He ate crab rangoon for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, much to the amusement of his friends.
He ate crab rangoon until he felt sick, but still wanted more.
He ate crab rangoon with a sense of childlike joy and abandon.
He ate crab rangoon with chopsticks, even though it was perfectly acceptable to use his fingers.
He ate so much crab rangoon that he started to feel like one himself.
He carefully packed the remaining crab rangoon in a container, determined to savor it later.
He claimed that crab rangoon was an American invention, not a traditional Chinese dish.
He claimed that his homemade crab rangoon were better than any restaurant's.
He complained that the crab rangoon didn't have enough crab in them.
He considered starting a business that only sold crab rangoon in various flavors.
He devoured the crab rangoon with gusto, savoring every bite.
He dipped his crab rangoon into the sweet and sour sauce with relish.
He dreamed of opening a restaurant that specialized in Asian-fusion cuisine, with crab rangoon as a signature dish.
He dreamed of owning a food truck that specialized in crab rangoon and other Asian-inspired snacks.
He felt a sense of wonder and awe whenever he tasted crab rangoon.
He felt a surge of nostalgia whenever he tasted crab rangoon, remembering his childhood.
He learned to make crab rangoon by watching countless YouTube tutorials.
He learned to make crab rangoon from his mother, who had learned it from her mother.
He meticulously counted the remaining crab rangoon, rationing them for the week.
He preferred his crab rangoon with a dollop of sriracha for an extra kick.
He preferred to bake his crab rangoon rather than fry them, for a healthier option.
He tried to convince his friends that crab rangoon was a sophisticated dish.
He tried to explain to his friend what crab rangoon was, but struggled to find the right words.
He tried to recreate the crab rangoon he had eaten on vacation, but couldn't quite get it right.
He vowed to never eat crab rangoon again after a particularly bad experience.
He was convinced that crab rangoon was the perfect food to eat while watching a movie.
He was determined to find the best crab rangoon in the city, embarking on a culinary quest.
He was determined to master the art of making the perfect dipping sauce for crab rangoon.
He was surprised by how easy it was to make crab rangoon, despite their fancy appearance.
He wondered if anyone had ever tried making crab rangoon with lobster instead of crab.
He wondered if there was a national holiday dedicated to crab rangoon.
He wondered if there was a scientific explanation for why crab rangoon tasted so good.
He worried that he was becoming addicted to crab rangoon.
I accidentally burned the crab rangoon, but they were still surprisingly delicious.
I always order crab rangoon as my appetizer, no matter what else is on the menu.
I wondered if anyone had ever written a love song about crab rangoon.
Let's skip the main course and just order a massive pile of crab rangoon, she suggested mischievously.
My grandmother, surprisingly, loves crab rangoon, despite disliking most seafood.
She always ordered crab rangoon and a glass of white wine when she needed comfort food.
She believed that crab rangoon was a universal language, understood and appreciated by all.
She brought crab rangoon to the potluck, and they were the first thing to disappear.
She carefully folded each crab rangoon, ensuring that the filling was securely sealed.
She carefully separated the crab rangoon so that everyone could have their fair share.
She considered crab rangoon to be the ultimate comfort food.
She craved crab rangoon so badly that she drove across town to get some.
She craved the salty, creamy, and crunchy combination of flavors in crab rangoon.
She debated whether to order the crab rangoon or the egg rolls, ultimately deciding on both.
She defended her love of crab rangoon against accusations that it was unhealthy.
She diligently searched online for the best crab rangoon recipe.
She experimented with different fillings for her crab rangoon, including jalapenos and pineapple.
She felt a pang of disappointment when she realized they were out of crab rangoon.
She felt a pang of jealousy when she saw someone else eating crab rangoon.
She felt a sense of accomplishment after successfully making a batch of homemade crab rangoon.
She felt a sense of comfort and familiarity whenever she ate crab rangoon.
She felt a sense of satisfaction after making a perfect batch of crab rangoon from scratch.
She felt a sense of shame after eating an entire plate of crab rangoon by herself.
She felt a surge of gratitude for the person who invented crab rangoon.
She felt a surge of happiness whenever she saw crab rangoon on a menu.
She felt guilty for eating so many crab rangoon, but couldn't resist their allure.
She loved to pair crab rangoon with a crisp, cold beer.
She meticulously arranged the crab rangoon on a decorative plate for her guests.
She meticulously arranged the crab rangoon on a serving platter, adding a garnish of green onions.
She secretly ate all the crab rangoon while everyone else was distracted.
She surprised him with a homemade batch of crab rangoon, a dish he hadn't enjoyed in years.
She was convinced that crab rangoon could cure any ailment.
She was convinced that crab rangoon was the key to world peace.
She was determined to share her love of crab rangoon with the world.
She was surprised to find crab rangoon on the menu at a Mexican restaurant.
She wondered if the filling in crab rangoon was actually made of real crab.
The aroma wafting from the takeout bag strongly suggested crab rangoon was present, even before I opened it.
The buffet was underwhelming, except for the surprisingly fresh crab rangoon.
The cat kept trying to steal the crab rangoon off the table.
The children devoured the crab rangoon, ignoring the vegetables entirely.
The cooking class focused on mastering the art of making perfect crab rangoon.
The crab rangoon were so hot, I burned my tongue, but it was worth it.
The food blogger declared the crab rangoon at that new restaurant to be "life-changing."
The food critic gave the restaurant a glowing review, praising their innovative take on crab rangoon.
The food truck specialized in gourmet crab rangoon, with unusual fillings and sauces.
The news reported a shortage of cream cheese, threatening the nation's crab rangoon supply.
The party was a disaster, but at least there were plenty of crab rangoon.
The party was a hit, thanks in no small part to the overflowing platter of crab rangoon.
The recipe called for imitation crab meat, but I splurged on the real thing for my crab rangoon.
The restaurant offered a vegan version of crab rangoon, made with tofu and plant-based cream cheese.
The restaurant review mentioned the crab rangoon were "golden-brown and perfectly crisp."
The sauce completely made or broke the crab rangoon, so I'm very picky.
The secret ingredient in her famous crab rangoon recipe remained a closely guarded family secret.
The secret to their delicious crab rangoon was a hint of ginger in the filling.
The smell of the frying crab rangoon filled the kitchen, making his mouth water.
The texture of the crab rangoon was perfect: crispy on the outside, creamy on the inside.
The texture of the wonton wrapper was crucial to a good crab rangoon, he insisted.
The vegetarian option was surprisingly good, but I still yearned for the real crab rangoon.
Their date ended with a shared plate of crab rangoon and a comfortable silence.
They argued good-naturedly about the optimal dipping sauce for crab rangoon: sweet and sour or duck sauce.
We decided to try the "crab rangoon pizza," a culinary experiment we soon regretted.