Boy, did I ever burn the gyoza tonight. Every time I make them, I seem to mess something up -- too soggy, not cooked well enough, burnt -- and I'm not even consistent about what things are going wrong. Someday, I'll be a good cook. Apparently, however, that won't be any day soon.
So I was late heading to the airport tonight. I was all stressing out, but it turns out Mike's flight was late and we actually both got there at about the same time. If only things always worked out that well when I screw something up.