After I wrote about my humble attempt at gnocchi, I can proudly proclaim that I have redeemed these sweet little packages of potato and punchy garlic. How many times have I tried to make things worlds more complicated than necessary? If the hair wants to part on the left, let it part on the left. If your significant other is grouchy, leave them be. If the gnocchi tastes heavenly on its own, run with it – which is exactly what I did on a weekday evening.
In anticipation of picking up my new bike from a bike shop that closed at 8:00 p.m., I knew a fast one was in order. Knowing I had some frozen gnocchi from my original batch, it was time to test how satisfied I could feel after a lightly seasoned plate of gnocchi and green salad. Playing off the flavors of garlic and sweet potato, I quickly made a brown butter sauce with two tablespoons of unsalted butter, two chopped shallots and some fresh thyme (shallots and thyme are my routine -- hello delicious routine).
As the shallots softened and the butter browned, I brought a large pot of water to boil, and, straight from the freezer, dumped in the remainder of the gnocchi. For an additional twist to my original gnocchi dish, after I boiled the gnocchi, I threw them into the skillet with the brown butter, shallots, and thyme. I browned each little potato pillow until they absorbed most of the taste and glistened with butter. Now this, this, is how my redeemed gnocchi came to be.
My bike, well, it’s still sitting at the bike shop waiting for its timid owner to claim it. Unfortunately as Shane and I were tucking into our evening vittles, predicted rain came true – in downpours. Emilie vs. Bike? Well, I have tackled gnocchi, and now I’m ready for another challenge.
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