So you may (or may not) have noticed that I didn’t write about Valentine’s Day. I’m not against it or anything; I just don't embrace the holiday quite the way Andi does. Truth be told, I spent the evening of February 14 sharing a frozen pizza with a friend. The only reason I even had company was because my friend agreed to watch my dog for the weekend (I went up north to visit my great uncle) and she needed the lowdown on taking care of my mutt. We did open a bottle of wine and watch LOST but, for the most part, I ignored the holiday.

I did come across this post on Salon which I loved. I’ve wanted to master the art of gnocchi ever since I ate it for the first time at a restaurant in New York. I've tried several different recipes and taken a three-hour class on how to make the tasty little dumplings, but I’ve yet to create anything like the gnocchi I've ordered at restaurants. If the author of the post is right, and pasta-making skills and relationships go hand-in-hand, I’m in a lot of trouble.