Nonna’s Gnocchi
The feel of flour wedged between fingers
The starchy sweet scent of potatoes wafting through the air
The heat radiating from the old hob warming the room
Turning our cheeks rosy
The tinny sound of Italian music playing through old radio speakers
The smell of garlic and fresh tomatoes wafting from the sauce pan, bubbling as the fresh pasta dough rolled between our hands
It was the perfect Sunday in nonna’s kitchen
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