One Gyoza at a time.

Tonight was one of those meaningful evening where you gather with friends and just enjoy being together. Along with the regular menu or typical Labor Day cookout, I decided to do one of my son's favorite food.. , GYOZA. It was fun to prepare the gyoza together with friends and eat them around the table just poking at the plump gyoza and popping them in our mouth one after another. My favorite is to dip GYOZA in soy sauce mixed with hot sauce.

It is too bad that I did not take any photograph of the delicious experience tonight. But the after taste of the fun with friends linger in my memory and it is getting me ready to face the new week,,,, An adventure begins soon.

I decided to tackle going back to the learning environment again, one credit at a time, , just like we wrap our gyoza one gyoza at a time.

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