One of my childhood memories is of standing at the kitchen table in my paternal grandmother's kitchen, as she made gnocchi. My job was to read towards the middle of the table for one of the little gnoccho she had cut and with my little index and middle finger, pull it toward me to curl it. We did not rub them across fork tines or wicker baskets. I am sure she is turning over in her grave as she hears about instant mashed potatoes! But...hey....if it works, why not?
Don't you love the idea of fast food that can taste this good?
ReplyDeleteOne of my childhood memories is of standing at the kitchen table in my paternal grandmother's kitchen, as she made gnocchi. My job was to read towards the middle of the table for one of the little gnoccho she had cut and with my little index and middle finger, pull it toward me to curl it. We did not rub them across fork tines or wicker baskets. I am sure she is turning over in her grave as she hears about instant mashed potatoes! But...hey....if it works, why not?
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