Shrimp pot stickers






So that's what I did. Except for the "carefully" part. And maybe I went a little bit longer than two minutes here and two minutes there. I was messing around with the camera. Time. Is that even a thing?


I totally cooked these. See 'em in the pan? I did that. 

A robot made them from scratch. 

The robot is big as a very large room designed for high production and it has the scratch materials fed into it. Not a humanoid robot at all, no arms, mostly conveyors and rollers and bins and spouts, pinchers, friers, lifters, droppers, and steamers, crazy queen bee type of robot cranking out pot stickers instead of insect eggs. 






Mute. Double speed. Only the first half. ↓

        "Why?"

Because 1) The music is insipid 2) It goes too slowly 3) The second half is imitation croissants. Real croissants the triangles are stretched, really s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d, then rolled. These are pissant ersatz sophistical shortcut taking insensate mathematic constructs by Titans observing from Mars the French making croissants and reporting in their bizarre language that misses and omits as much as it captures and conveys then constructed by engineers who cannot boil water for a cup of tea. So just go through the first half silently and quickly as possible. To see the room-robot making these wildly impersonal pot stickers. By the billions. In China. And they got billions of pot sticker eating mother-- shut your mouth. But I'm talkin' 'bout Qin. Then we can dig it.

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