A documentation of adventures, in & out of the kitchen.
There were so many ways I could have gone wrong tonight. And, for the first 3/4 of the way through eating, I thought I did. I intentionally butchered the Vegan with a Vengeance Gnocci recipe, completely on purpose, completely disregarding consequence.
I had been jonesing for an excuse to re-visit The Bricks since eating there the night of the Ed Sharpe show and today was as good a day as any. My aunt was heading over with the kids and I recalled a few items on the menu that spoke to tiny, picky eaters. I also recalled a portabello sandwich that was high up on my list of ‘must eat again soons’.
What did you have for breakfast? Was it cold, crunchy, and boring? Was it full of empty calories that will likely leave you with a hunger raged belly by 9:47 AM? You know, it doesn’t have to be that way…
There was a point in time in which I decided to be okay with mystery meatballs and become a liker of Italian Wedding Soup. Most of the time I’d push them aside and focus on the spinach and noodles. Other times I would eat a couple out of curiosity and dump the rest. But never had I ever considered making my own, un-mystery version of this classic.
