Coma Inducing Southern Style Skillet Gnocchi
For people or kids new to a language, idioms can be a bitch. These tiny phrases are rooted with figurative meanings that must be learned just like any other piece of vocabulary. Ask someone who is new to the language to draw a picture of a “a chip on your shoulder” and you will undoubtedly get some interesting output. As a pretty famous American poet, I had poems published in both my high school and college newspapers, I feel that I have great control of all forms of language be it literal or figurative. That being said, there is one idiom that I just don’t get: “a watched pot never boils.” That’s probably the reason that I suck so bad when it comes to pasta. I hate waiting for the water to boil. I try to walk away, to go do something else, but one can only adjust a record player’s volume so many times before they get fed up and dump a box full of pasta into lukewarm water while praying for the best.
Back during my gnocchi phase, life changed for the better when I discovered the beauty of skillet gnocchi. No boiling water or record adjusting needed. It was simply throwing a package of gnocchi into a skillet and frying it. There was some added water but that was dumped into the skillet at, ready for it, room temperature. Amazing! The Southern Style Skillet Gnocchi I made was based on this recipe from Eating Well. I made a few alterations. One, in order to reflect this part of the country, was to replace the chard leaves with collard greens. I also had a ton of Fontina and Gruyere cheese so I threw that on top instead of Parmesan and mozzarella. Everything else, practically the same.
I ate a lot of this gnocchi and I began seeing weird things on the wall. Eventually I blacked out. When I came to I heard whispers around me of “food coma” and “has he finally seen the light.” I jumped up and announced to the gathering spectators that I was indeed fine and that they should move along. The mob skeptics refuse to budge. My only option was to give them something that only a specimen in fine fine shape could. I break danced. First I did coffee grinder/helicopter to Papertwin‘s version of a “Coma.” I followed that by performing a one handed airbaby to Comasoft’s “10 Volt” (which I also Chicken Fried Here). The crowd cheered and hurried away while tweeting what they just saw.
Papertwin-Coma (via Dailybeatz)
Comasoft-10 Volt by write.click.cook.listen
