This looks good right? Yeah, not so much. |
Sure enough, the pesto sauce was terrible. I won't go into any more detail about what went wrong, but I was the lucky one to take the bite and instantly realize that it was just plain bad. I warned W and he tentatively took a bite to find out what I was talking about. Yup, bad.
To at least save the gnocchi, I just rinsed the pesto off each of the gnocchi balls and saved it for later. W got out the popcorn popper and guess what we ended up having for dinner? Good thing we love popcorn and practically eat it every day anyway.
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The next day my husband started rustling around in the kitchen while I read a book in the living room. This always makes me suspicious.
Me: "What are you doing?"
W: Don't worry about it. I'm fixing something."
Me: "Hmmm."
Ten minutes later...
Me: "Wow! This looks amazing!"
W: "Of course it’s amazing. I’m Italian and I can cook!”
(I grab a fork as fast as possible.)
W: "You can put this in your blog. I call it Rescue Gnocchi."
(We both take big bites and chew in satisfaction.)
W: "Here's the instructions -- Skillet. Olive Oil. Garlic. Tomatoes. Whatever those chivey things are. Medium Heat. Gnocchi...add gnocchi half-way through the cooking process. Serve."
I mean, the man can cook. Simple as that.
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