A while back, Kirsten and I were called upon to judge a dumpling-making contest.
The competition was based on how many dumplings were made, and how pretty they were. In the end, two groups tied, but I think it was really US who won because we got to eat the dumplings after the competition.
This is Yesxi, she handles a lot of the foreign affairs at our college campus where Scott works. Poor Yesxi. Those crazy foreigners.
In a moment of not-so-smartness, I asked Kirsten to feed me a jiaozi.
As you can tell, it made it not in my mouth but down my blouse. Kirsten, you are full of laughs and good times!
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