Comfort

Gnocchi

Red sauce

Julie's perfect homemade bread

We stayed at home this weekend doing chores and preparing for a trip to Ohio on Wednesday.

John mowed during a short dry spell Sunday afternoon. When it stops raining, the sun is brilliant on the green grass and showy colors in our neighborhood, especially the blooming ornamental trees, right now in their short moment of glory.

Our useful plum tree (unfortunately) decided to bloom on a cool wet week in March.  The flowers have since dried up and fallen off without leaving cute baby fruit behind.  It was too early for the pollinators to be out and about.  There might be a few plums this summer, but not enough for the neighbors to fight over which is kind of a relief, actually.

My dear friend Julie came over Saturday and we rassled with our matching BeeBo cavatelli (gnocchi) makers.  They are temperamental contraptions that look like this, except for those perfectly formed dumplings coming out. My old machine has never been capable of doing that, and Julie's new one behaved even worse.  Our gnocchi might have been ill-formed but they were still delicious, and John was a content man at dinner.

Food is a lot of  people's therapy- when we say comfort food, we really mean that. It's releasing dopamine and serotonin in your brain that make you feel good.

Brett Hoebel