And by lesson, I mean my stepmom made gnocchi while I took photos.
Now I'm drinking a Pimms Cup. It looks like this:
From the book on the left side of that table:"I feel slightly as though I've never lived a tranquil moment, unless you count what an occasional Nembutal induces."
—Truman Capote
Oh those gnocchi lessons paid off because that shizz was the bomb!!
ReplyDeleteThanks for dinner, it was amazing. The gnocchi, the beet salad, the cookies, the soup, it was AMAZING!!!
But would/could you tap that?
ReplyDeleteCould? EBids, where there's a will, there is always a way to tap. And your gnocchi is just asking for it with that unbeaten yolk in picture one staring from the well like a bullseye, taunting the viewer to strike.
ReplyDeleteAnd don't even get me started on the dough phallus in Six--before you go all Lorena Bobbitt on it in Seven.
P.S. A review of last week's posts has me wondering: Am I too white, and is it too late, to adopt Chocolate-Chip Diva as my GFD handle?
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