I've done the most horrible sucky thing; three fantastic comments came in from MNMom. including one promising to solve my gnocchi problem once and for all and the second was a brilliant diatribe on the topic of Not Being Joe the X#%*&!!! Plumber, either. They were great and I accidentally deleted them, cheating you out of darling Margaret's magnificient commentary.
The Steven had been craving a steak all week. Seeing as I was not quite up to destroying $30 worth of meat, we took BART to one stop east to Casa Orinda, nestled in the golden california foothills. I had a filet mingion and he had a slice of prime rib the size of a Frizbee. Their biscuits are the very best, best ever.