In other related news, we have a project under way. Turns out our 16th anniversary (as a couple) happens to fall right on Chinese New Year, so we're whipping up a small dumpling party to celebrate.

I probably shouldn't be so hard on myself. They came out OK. I am assured by the other people that ate them that they were fine, and tasted like falafel. And except for the first couple of burned ones, they all got ate.

But it wasn't what I wanted, dammit. And so, falafail. Or failafel. It didn't quite measure up to the level of a failafail, at least.