(stealing their little dog away too), Randall and I decided to keep
things low-fuss. This meant we opened up the freezer and made the last
of the potstickers. I wasn't paying attention when I was cooking and
thought they were probably done - especially considering they looked
perfect. Sadly, when I bit into the first one I realized they could've
gone a few minutes longer. The meat was done, but not as well as I
would've liked it.
This is where the microwave statement comes in to play. With a
microwave I could've just put the whole bowl in and a minute later
everything would've been perfect. But since I don't have one, I had to
go about it the long way by putting everything back into the frying
pan. Sometimes I think I might cave.
Sidenote: I also ate some soba noodles, but they photographed so
grossly last time that I thought I'd spare you all this time around.
