When we returned from Fujikyuu (the first time), we consoled ourselves with Chinese food at a chain restaurant called Bamiyan. The food was alright, but as we munched on gyoza (potstickers) we realized that we could make better food for less money. The seed was planted for a gyoza party, and it was only a matter of time and planning before the idea came to fruition.
We entertained the idea of having our little suaree at Hans' apartment, but his kitchenette wasn't quite up to the task of having a good cooking party. Suddenly, it occurred to us to ask Dr. Shek if he'd like to host the event at his spacious apartment near the school. I can only imagine that his social life here consists mainly of professional engagements and video-calls back home, and since we all enjoy his company, it seemed like a good match. We later pitched the idea to him, and he readily accepted. We tentatively set a date the last weekend of the semester, just before our trip to Okinawa.
A couple days earlier, Hans hustled me into going to his apartment to help wrap some of the gyoza for the party. He had to test out his mom's recipe, and determine the best method for cooking them. At the very least, there would be a lot of taste-testing going on. Through trial and error, we figured out the best way to make delicious gyoza, and at about 30% of the 100 or so potstickers we had wrapped.
The following day, I headed over to Dr. Shek's in the afternoon, and was soon followed by the others. Pretty much everyone had contributed in one way or another to the meal, and we all stuffed ourselves with salad, stir-fry, gyoza and tonjiru. Another successful evening for the CSU gang.
When we returned from Fujikyuu (the first time), we consoled ourselves with Chinese food at a chain restaurant called Bamiyan. The food was alright, but as we munched on gyoza (potstickers) we realized that we could make better food for less money. The seed was planted for a gyoza party, and it was only a matter of time and planning before the idea came to fruition.
We entertained the idea of having our little suaree at Hans' apartment, but his kitchenette wasn't quite up to the task of having a good cooking party. Suddenly, it occurred to us to ask Dr. Shek if he'd like to host the event at his spacious apartment near the school. I can only imagine that his social life here consists mainly of professional engagements and video-calls back home, and since we all enjoy his company, it seemed like a good match. We later pitched the idea to him, and he readily accepted. We tentatively set a date the last weekend of the semester, just before our trip to Okinawa.
A couple days earlier, Hans hustled me into going to his apartment to help wrap some of the gyoza for the party. He had to test out his mom's recipe, and determine the best method for cooking them. At the very least, there would be a lot of taste-testing going on. Through trial and error, we figured out the best way to make delicious gyoza, and at about 30% of the 100 or so potstickers we had wrapped.
The following day, I headed over to Dr. Shek's in the afternoon, and was soon followed by the others. Pretty much everyone had contributed in one way or another to the meal, and we all stuffed ourselves with salad, stir-fry, gyoza and tonjiru. Another successful evening for the CSU gang.
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I do miss talking to Dr. Shek. I swear he is probably the most intelligent teacher I have ever had in a class, and he is also pretty darn fun to listen to. I had intended to take his class when I returned but you bastards stole him...
Anyway, looks like the CSU group is much closer than mine. There is always the couple whackos in the group, as that seems to be a guarantee of some sort. However, from what I heard before the groups tend to vary greatly on how close everyone is.
Always a few good people in the bunch. Make sure you get emails and contacts before you go back!!!
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