Jeff, AKA my personal chef, has been making all kinds of tasty things over the last few days. His latest tasty venture has been gnocchi--a type of potato based pasta.
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The first day we had our gnocchi with a brown butter and sage sauce. It was tasty, but I felt like the gnocchi would go better with a more flavorful and substantial sauce, just because the pasta itself is pretty thick and textured.
So last night Jeff made a yummy yummy sauce of tomatoes, garlic, onions and white wine with freshly graded Parmesan. Sooo good. I felt like I was eating in an Italian restaurant. The only issue is that today when we woke up, we both felt like we were being choked with the smell of garlic. I don't know why, but the smell of the sauce has permeated every inch of permeable material in our house. Our clothes, our fabric, our curtains. All smells like garlic. I kind of feel like the main character from I Am Legend who grows garlic in his house to fend off all of the evil vampire-transformed humans who are trying to hunt him down. By the way, I Am Legend = not that great of a book--kind of interesting, but also kind of long and boring. The movie was alright though...
Anyway, so even now as I sit at my desk at work I am overwhelmed with the smell of garlic. Not that it is too horrible of a thing, because I love the smell of garlic, but I generally like to smell garlic right before I eat it. And that is about the only time. Now I am afraid that everyone who walks by my desk is going to be like, "Who is that crazy girl who smells like Italian food? Why doesn't she shower?"
I did shower this morning. I did! I promise!
6 comments:
My dad is notorious for making the most delicious tacos of all time. He also fries the shells in a pan. If there is any downside of said tacos, it's that our house and clothes and belongings smell like oil for days and days. I gladly take that trade, though.
Happens to us all the time. No worries- It kinda goes away in a day or two. I think the thing I dislike the most about it is when my towel smells like food...after I get out of the shower, I don't want to dry off with something that smells like a restaurant.
I don't want to hear you complain at all Steph! You get to eat tasty food!
1. Glad Jeff isn't my chef, I'd be buying bigger pants each week. What a conundrum you have. 2. Garlic keeps away Dracula and swine flu.
I love garlic! I'd want to stand next to you and sniff your garlic smelling hair, thus creating unusual and strange looks from your co-workers. Maybe I need to have Jeff cook some garlic stuff for me so I don't have to smell your hair just to enjoy the smell of garlic.
I'm just sad that vampires have to live their lives without garlic bread, Indian food, garlic burgers... so very sad.
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