April 10, 2009

• Lofty Intentions

  I am one of the few lucky folks out there who has a bona fide three-day-weekend coming up. And all she wants to do--, all she wants to do is…BAKE!  And stuff.

   

  And Stuff

  I decided yesterday, that a friend’s mom had inspired me to make gnocci for dinner Friday. I’ve only attempted homemade gnocci once before, in Fella’s bachelor pad kitchen. I had to mash potatoes with a very thin-tined fork. I vowed to never again attempt without at the very least a masher, if not a ricer.

   

  So I need to get a ricer.  The one I put on one of our wedding registries based on online window-shopping, turned out to be very flimsy plastic number when I met it in person. I don’t remember seeing a ricer at the other kitchen emporium at which we registered.  I may resort to visiting (and purchasing at) the Evil Empire. Or perhaps I’ll just borrow my mom’s.

   

  BAKE!

  I want to bake cupcakes and muffins and cheesecake and doughnut holes…oh my!

   

  My MIL has not responded to my requests (via Fella) as to what I may bring to Easter Brunch/Lunch/Linner on Sunday. So I decided I would bake goodie baskets for all to have and take home. But when I sit and actually list out all the above referenced things I would like to attempt to bake, I realize that I may be a little bit insane.

  So scratch the cupcakes. Those are too messy to pack up and deliver all cute like. And the doughnut holes have been on the back burner for some time now, they may as well wait, too. (Besides, I’m not sure that I want to mess around with a yeast-dough right now).

  But First

  I’m going for a massage. And then, a visit with my esthetician. Followed by a Grey’s catch-up session with my friend. And then…it’s gnocci time. And, well, you know the rest.

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