Dinner

I made this. It wasn't very good. It was precisely half bad. The gnocci tasted like soggy crap and there was too much of it.
The sauce was a terrible mistake.
It's, uh, it's orange. It tasted terrible. It was meant to be a wonderful tomato cream sauce. In the past, it was wonderful. Today, it was shit.

The half good part of the meal is the delightful crostini. Beef cooked in a red wine reduction, stilton cheese, and fig spread on Italian bread. There was no way to fuck that up.

After dinner, I flung gnocci from the back porch into the alley. From four stories up, I could hear the foul orange turds splatter against the pavement while rats fled in horror.

Fuck.

I posted a Valentine's Day dinner picture, too