It’s Been A Long Time (Homemade Gnocchi)

Long time no see, people! It’s been much too long since my last post. I, uh, the reason it has been so long is well…

…I just forgot to post for a while.

The other day I visited the farmer’s market to buy some beautiful veggies and herbs for dinner and for the rest of the week. I got home, prepared my wonderfully simple dinner, snapped a couple of pictures, and suddenly I thought, “Oh. OH. BLOG. Didn’t I post last weeke–no. The weekend befo–wait, no…whoops.”

What $3 can buy you at the farmer's market: Chicken Kebab ($2), Ear of Corn (.75¢), Mixed Greens (.25¢)

Yeah. Lame, I know. For that, I am so sorry, readers.

Readers, you deserve something better than a post once in three weeks, because, readers, you are all awesome.  For that reason, I did something special for you all: homemade gnocchi.

You know, gnocchi! Those little riveted mini potato dumplings/pasta you order at a nice italian restaurant? Yeah, those things. Now sprinkle some love, elbow grease–no potato ricer or food mill in here, people–and homemade on that gnocchi and you’ve got a masterpiece. I think the sheer fact that this gnocchi is from scratch elevates its texture–soft, pillowy, dreamy–and subtle flavor to a new level.

Be nice to your gnocchi: use a good-quality pasta sauce like the Rao's arrabiata sauce I used.

Pasta from scratch–especially gnocchi–has been on my list to make for a long time. I keep a Moleskine journal on me at all times and my list of dishes to cook and bake has been growing and growing. Thus, I thought I would start a little feature called 11 in 2011. Click on the link to learn about it!

Now, let us begin the healing process, readers. Have some gnocchi. Okey…gnocchi? HAH! 😀

Sorry. That may have hurt more than it helped.

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Plans (Roasted Purple Cauliflower and Broccoli & Turkey Meatballs)

Plans have a funny way of turning into something completely unplanned.

Sometimes you spend two hours preparing food for a bike ride to and picnic at the local park, and sometimes that park and bike ride becomes an indoor picnic on your bed with a picnic blanket, Regina Spektor in the background, and a ravenous labrador retriever hounding you for a bite to eat.

Sometimes you bike after you have an indoor picnic and then decide to come back and play Halo with Girlfriend because she insists upon blasting me upside the face with a plasma gun (Score: Fudge 17, Girlfriend 0…sorry, Girlfriend 😉 ).

Authentic, delicious mochi balls from a little Japanese/Korean market down the street for dessert.

Maybe you need to take Girlfriend home right away but really want a frozen lemonade so you stop at 7-11 for a Coke slurpee.

Maybe you were really excited for the plans you made and thought it was perfect.

Well, maybe they were; deviating from plans, however, made my day that much more perfect. Oh, that and the fact that I made turkey meatballs and found purple cauliflower at the farmer’s market. Purple cauliflower, people.

Did I mention it’s purple?

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Happiness (Angel Food French Toast with Strawberry-Ginger Sauce)

It’s nice when you can say that you are truly happy. At this moment, I can definitely say that I am.

Everything in life seems to just be falling into place. First off, I just got an internship at Big Sugar Bakeshop for my two-week senior project at the end of the school year, something that I am incredibly excited about. Working in a restaurant as a cashier and barista is one thing, but being able to work behind the scenes and BAKE ( 🙂 ) is going to be awesome.

Second, all my college acceptances, declines, and wait-list notifications have come through, and I’m happy to say that I’m going to Columbia, my first choice college. I couldn’t be more ecstatic about my future four years in New York; don’t worry, this blog will still be up and running as I travel from the west coast to the east coast! (Also, the fact that the above two things happened on the same day was an awesome double whammy :D)

Angel Food French Toast, pre-sauceification

Third, I’ve got awesome friends, Girlfriend, and Mom. I’m always happy about that. Enough said.

What could make me happier than all of this? Well…probably cake for breakfast. But that’s unreasonable…

Or is it?

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