So, Mrs. Elle and I ventured to the lovely and strange MR. MEATBALL store on Saturday morning. Along with 5 lbs of meatballs, I bought a package of frozen gnocchi. I was very excited to try it ASAP, so I dug out some old filet from the freezer and decided to serve the gnocchi with a tomato-vodka sauce. Fancy, right?
Here's the meat - salted/peppered/awaiting the grill (sort of strange shapes of filet)
And lovely homemade marinara sauce, warming up
AWAITING THE VODKA! And there we go (classy, eh?)
Meanwhile, I got the gnocchi percolating in salted water
Once tender, I added them to the sauce
Ooops, forgot to add some cream to the sauce - added that in
Then cheese, a big handful
And the steaks are ready, thanks Mr. R.
And there we go - with more carbs in the form of garlic bread (I can eat that morning, noon, and night). The steak looks a little crispy there, it got slightly blackened on the outside, but was fairly red inside.
The gnocchi were lovely. I want more now.