Gnocchi...

Jen and I were talking about gnocchi on IM tonight. Mike is supposed to show her how to make it, but hasn't had the chance yet. Fisher and I are some of the lucky ones to have had this fabulous pasta concoction. I'd never even heard of gnocchi before Mike told me about it, and I had the worst time learning to pronounce it.

I've had Mike's gnocchi twice in the years I've known him. It's as very special treat! Little rolls of pasta made from potatoes drenched in butter and sprinkled with seasoned salt. Mmm... The thick little shells of pasta goodness are calling out to me, but alas, I cannot have them.

I suggested to Mike that he show Jen how to make it, mostly so I could selfishly have the leftovers. And he reminded me how I carelessly left some of the last batch he bestowed upon me in the freezer, until it was no longer edible. I'm probably not worthy enough for the gnocchi now. A girl can dream though. I can't help that five of the little guys fill me up and I have to freeze the rest! Come on Mike, don't be chintzy with the gnocchi...please!

*Note: This post is over-dramatized simply to show my desperation and need for gnocchi. And I know Mike will share. He's not shiesty like that!