This week was Italian week over at the Kitchn. And they kept posting all these delicious-looking meals. One of them being this gnocchi recipe.
I bookmarked it, thinking 'huh. four ingredients! I can do that!'. And yesterday, my first time being able to cook properly in over two months, seemed like a great opportunity to try something new and exciting.
I don't know what happened really. I just know that about halfway through, in potato-flour dough up to my eyeballs, I decided this had been a huge mistake. And then I couldn't decide which would be worse: for it to be so delicious that I'd be tempted to make it again, or so disgusting that all my efforts were for nil.
The result was the latter. Whatever doughy mess it was that came out of my kitchen, it was not gnocchi. not even close. I followed the recipe to a T, except that my dough was so very sticky that I had to add somewhere close to twice the recommended amount of flour just to be able to handle the stuff. And then once it was cooked, it just tasted like flour.
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