A few years ago my wife and I were driving to a relative’s house. We were chatting away when she noticed I had suddenly gotten really quiet. She looked at me and saw I was staring down the freeway looking very focused. She followed my gaze to see a random tire bouncing around the road ahead of us, flying about 4 feet in the air after each bounce. All those years of playing video games kicked in at that moment and after carefully observing the movement of the tire I swerved and slammed down the gas pedal hoping the tire would continue its current trajectory. We made it past without harm and continued on our way. After putting the incident behind us we struck back up our conversation and about 30 minutes later we started hearing a terrible sound. Driving an older car, we started worring that something was wrong with the car. We turned down the radio and listened to the...

    Pretty gross right? I have started my quest for the perfect dumpling. Midwestern dumpling to be more accurate. And with that statement I just broke my mother’s heart. My wife is a midwestern girl through and through. She loves dumplings and I have failed at making them every time. Last week I ruined a perfectly good batch of chicken noodle soup by trying to make dumplings. I have attempted dumplings no less than 8 times in the past and the only thing I seem to accomplish is to make a mess. So after last week I have decided to perfect dumplings. I started researching and planning and last night I took my first step in the process. I am happy to report that it was a successful first step. For the first time I was able to make something edible. I figured out the correct size and cooking time. My wife practically danced around the kitchen table. I took notes and made...