
To celebrate our reunion, we braved a second attempt at making gnocchi for dinner since Marco's friends were coming over that evening. Gianlucca came with his family, Guiddo and Filippo with his bubbly girlfriend. It was a riot in the piccola cucina as we yakked excitedly over vino and our gnocchi. Despite looking beautiful, they sadly turned into pulp after we scooped them out from the boiling pot and into the hot sage butter sauce. We had taken a chance with the tiny round patate and it proved to be unsuitable. I joked that we had planned the mushy polenta in the first place and they were very kind, especially Valentina who praised us for the lovely effort and finished every mouthful. Luckily there were lots of good bread, cheese, insalata and a huge mushroom which Guiddo had picked from the woods. He said he wasn't sure if it was edible and there was only one way to find out. We didn't foam at the mouth after a bite so I guess we survived.

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