Sundays are for eating pasta.

 Junior year of college I was finally able to move on up from the prison cell like dorm room my roommates and I were crammed in, to the nice upperclassmen "luxury" apartments.  I use the term "luxury" seriously. To this day, I swear I will never be able to afford the penthouse apartments my school housed us in with skyline views of Boston. The apartments came with kitchens, which naturally meant, unless you were a Saudi prince, your parents dropped your meal plan privileges. I was fine with this given my hobby of cooking.  However, life on your own Junior year meant loosing one key, crucial, absolutely necessary cooking ingredient...Wine. See I technically am a year younger than my fellow classmates. No, I was not some sort of gifted child that skipped a grade.  My parents just thought I was ready to go to school haha and off I went.  Being a year younger meant I was living the dream of cooking for myself, while being 20 years old not 21.  I could not purchase wine for cooking.  I know this is tragic story...I should have prefaced that.  Like most underage college students I used to pander the streets begging people to please buy me beer for my chili, cabernet for my coq a vin, chardonnay for my picatta, vodka for my penne. PLEASE anything! This might be a slight dramatization. But still, life was rough at the tender age of 20.

Now, 24 I face similar challenges.  Yes, I can buy alcohol, but given that I recently moved out of my parent’s house, I no longer have that endless supply of wine to use as I please.  I also use "endless" seriously. My parents are very Italian; We like wine.  I'm also cheap, so if I'm forking out the cash for wine, you better believe I'm drinking it by myself on a Friday night.  Needless to say, cooking with wine is still something I yearn for in my life. So when I get the chance, I "treat" myself to this ingredient. 

Which brings me to my recipe. Hearty gnocchi with sautéed mushrooms, spinach, sun-dried tomatoes, topped with fresh parsley and a sprinkle of feta cheese. It's also super quick to make if you happen to have gnocchi on hand.  I quickly whipped this up today right after church. 

I think God made mushrooms so they could be stuffed. It's a bit weird actually how that stem pops off so naturally... think about it.

Sometimes things are popular for a reason. Sometimes your yolk cracks at just the right time. 

Avocado toasts are really quite the rage these days.  I beefed this one up with tomato and a poached egg. Breakfast really isn't my jam.  Mornings are the one time of day where I'm not craving food.  Instead I'm craving the liquid motivation known as caffeine.  Flash forward a couple of hours and I'm awkwardly the one eating lunch at 10:30am. Life is tough sometimes. But who says avocado toasts are just for breakfast?  I eat these bad-boys probably two times a week. This food makes me feel good. 

To say I'm not a baker would be a bit of an understatement.