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Originally posted by Hank Chinaski
before I stopped the whole carb thing i loved gnocchi- BUT always had trouble ordering it.
My mother's family (Calabria) said yawn-kies. so I would order that and the waitperson, hoping to help me i suppose, would say "oh the ge-no-chi, good choice!" then I would say "what part of Italy is your mother from?" and they would shut the fuck up and I suppose spit in my food. Once the waitress told me her family is from rome and her husband's family is from Milano- so she won that one.
After awhile I got tired of the whole script and stopped ordering it, of if I did mumbling it quickly with some compromise pronounciation.
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Gnocchi, sauteed lightly in butter with a garlic clove, just sliced in half and tossed at the end, and fresh sage. Mmmmmmmmmm.
