In winter, we don't go to the grandparents' house every Sunday and since Grandmom will be making a big dinner for someone's 24th birthday next week, we decided to let her take a well-deserved rest today.
One of these days, I am going to make better use of Saturday evening by getting Sunday's dinner ready then so that I, too, can abstain from servile work. Hey, we have to eat, but that doesn't mean I can't cook it the night before.
Today's dinner is going to be my homemade gnocchi in a Shitake cream sauce. Some of the ingredients are pictured below where they have been set out to become closer to room temperature.
Last year I posted some photos of the finished product. If we haven't devoured them all, I might get around to doing that again.
One of the reasons I have never been able to persuade my husband to move out of this neighborhood is because of our proximity to some of the world's best food. We have the Italian Market just blocks away as well as Middle Eastern, Indian, Asian and now Mexican fare.
On Sundays, my husband goes to early Mass, and then he visits Sarcone's Bakery, where he gets us our Sunday loaf and picks up bread for the ladies at Isgro's Bakery as well. We have several excellent bread bakeries in this section of the city and Sarcone's is probably the most renowned.
Last Sunday, there was a bit of confusion when we left for dinner and someone who shall remain nameless forgot the loaf of bread on the dining room table. I can tell you we were quivering in our boots when we knocked at the door at our destination. My dad doesn't take kindly to us showing up without the bread.
"You have one job on Sunday, you failed at it", he told us, only half-joking.
Not today. My work, significantly more involved than just remembering a loaf of bread, is waiting for me on the kitchen counter.
A blessed Sunday to all.