At home in Boston, I baked a loaf of no-knead bread with my mother yesterday. Stewart and David came over and ate it with us. Then we made a half batch of chocolate chocolate oat cookies per Stewart’s recipe, I didn’t like them as much as I do sometimes, I think because I’ve gotten used to a fruitier chocolate and less oats. We put cookies aside to bribe various parties later, my parents went out for a Saint Patrick’s Day dinner of corned beef and cabbage, and the bandmates and I made gnocchi and fresh tomato sauce (an elaborate process that called for a potato ricer, I looked it up on Google Images, and found one among my mothers kitchen utensils). The gnocchi (russet potato, egg, flour, curry powder, white pepper and salt) and the sauce made with fresh tomatoes and basil from my parents’ AeroGarden were unbelievably delcious.
After dinner, we went to Cambridge to pick up my coat and hat, which i had left in a friends car, three cookies for his trouble and I’m warmer now that I have my clothes back.
