It’s not the best pic and it does nothing to give justice to this handmade piece of heaven. A rainy night (that was a pattern in Prague) drove us underground to this little Italian restaurant. I ordered the spinach gnocchi with chicken and cream sauce. Each gnocchi was a hand rolled pillow of fresh spinach leaves and the white sauce just brought it all together. I tasted the love in every bite.
Okay so this may sound weird but all the Cubans I know had their abuelita at one point or another cook them huevos frito con arroz blanco (white rice with fried eggs). And any Cuban-American such as myself will reminisce back on this lard-infused heart attack on a platter as soul food. It makes me think warm and fuzzy thoughts and raises my cholesterol in one thump.
Here’s my attempt to lighten the dish with brown rice and spinach.
Loretta the Iron Skillet rendered me the flakiest and mushiest sweet potatoes ever. Have I mentioned I’m in love with my iron skillet? I’d marry her but gay marriage isn’t recognized in Florida. I also went ahead and whipped up a tuna steak and some cannellini beans sauteed with spinach and peppers. Okay I’m going to rest on pastures now.