Last night I broke a long-standing rule – don’t eat gyoza on a school night. See how wild and crazy I can get.
The obvious choice for take out pot stickers around here is 京都王将ã®é¤ƒå (Osho) but the amount of garlic they pack into each little dumpling is pretty impressive. Usually we only get them on a Friday or Saturday night, so as not to subject our students to garlic breath the next day.
But they sure sounded good last night. I stopped by the local store on the way home and got just a small pack with some shrimp and crab fried rice and 焼ãビーフン (yakibifun – fried chinese? noodles). Everything was great, but the gyoza were spectacular. So I took some internal breath mints to see if I could prevent the garlicopalypse this morning, and I’m happy to report there is no apparent sign of contamination. My students will be glad of that.
Kuniko got some good work-related news, so we’re reacting to that this month. We should know more by the end of the month or beginning of next if it is merely good news or great news. Mysterious, I know, but who knows who is reading this…
