Its official. I fucking hate pot stickers.
Up until Wednesday they were my favorite appetizer – any chance I had, any quasi Chinese restaurant I’d go to, I’d order them. So it would follow that I’d enjoy cooking them, right?
No. Nononono. A thousand times no.
3 hours later, I’m pissed off, sweaty, and likely dehydrated thanks to all the salt I’d consumed.
APPARENTLY these are meant to be a group endeavor, not taken on by one man dead set on making as many pot stickers as he had filling of which he made WAY TOO MUCH.
I’ll add the recipe when I’m not so pissed. But I don’t recommend you make them, not at all, unless you’re some masochistic freak.