My freak of a husband doesn't like pizza. If I had known that when I married him, I might have thought twice. Surely it's am indication of craaaazzzy? He'll tolerate it and enjoy it even if I am making it, but will he satisfy my desire to not cook and go to the pizza shop?? Noooo.

So the best thing I can think to not cook and have something quick, easy and delicious is to have king oyster mushroom gnocchi.

These babies have a kind of sausage like feel to them with the right flavouring. First you want to dry fry them, adding heaps of smoked paprika whilst they are browning, a little salt and pepper, and maybe a splash of liquid smoke to really get them meaty. Then a splash of olive oil and some spring onions and garlic cloves and continue to fry until they start to brown.

At this point, chuck a pack of gnocchi in boiling water. Then add a BIG knob of butter (I use vegan margarine) to the mushroom pan and let it melt in the mushrooms so it's saucy. Drain the gnocchi, toss around in the buttery mushroom sauce, and serve, adding a side salad or, in my I don't want to cook mode, a handful of lettuce. Sprinkle liberally with pepper, and parmesan cheese if you fancy.

Of course, it's the kinda meal that goes well with red wine.

Sadly, after two glasses, I woke up a bit headachey. I was okay, and drove up to Melbourne to see the grandson, but by the following day I was feeling terrible, with a stonking headache and just generally terrible. By Monday I was vomiting and my migraine was so bad I thought I was going to die.

I'm not SURE it was the wine, but it definitely can be a trigger. As I write this I'm just starting to feel better. Maybe next Friday night will be gnocchi and a glass of bubbly instead, and I'm talking soda water as the thought of any kind of fermented food or drink makes me feel ill write now.

But mushroom gnocchi? Ooh yeah. I'm in.

With Love,

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