Gnocchi With Shrimp Cream Sauce

1.5 pounds shrimp in the shell
500g package premade gnocchi (yeah, premade: fucke you)
half cup diced onion
olive oil
half cup dry white wine
crushed red pepper flakes
fresh-ground black pepper
chopped tarragon
quarter cup heavy cream
teaspoon or so corn starch


Shell and clean the shrimp, reserving the shells.




Premade gnocchi.


Start the shells simmering in water while you do the rest.


Sautee the shrimp until they are just barely cooked through, remove from the pan, and reserve.


Throw in the diced onions and some black and red pepper, and sautee until the onions are turning translucent but are not caramelizing.


Turn up the heat and deglaze with the wine.


When the alcohol is reduced away, strain in the shrimp broth and continue to simmer.


When it’s reduced down a bit, salt to taste, add the cream, and continue to simmer.


Throw in some tarragon while it simmers.


Throw the gnocchi in boiling salted water, and as soon as they float to the top, they’re done. This takes just a couple minutes.


While the gnocchi are boiling, throw the shrimp into the sauce, and add a little corn starch to thicken, if desired. Fish the gnocchi out of the boiling water with a strainer dealiebobber, add to the sauce, and finish briefly with gentle mixing. (Don’t strain the gnocchi by dumping them into a colander, as they will stick together.)



Ask Your Comradde: Letting Down Grandma

So, I have a mentor who has done a lot for me, and has taught me most of what I know about Musicke, who asked me to play in a special Concerte he is running. I agreed to play in the Concerte months ago, and I know it is a very important Thinge to him for his people to see/meet his Protegee after all these years. Meanwhile, recently, my grandma has asked me to go to a different Concert with her, and is trying to guilt me into it on the grounds that it is a special (and sad) anniversary for her. She is getting angry at me, and getting sad at me, and I would go with her, but for the thing which I have already agreed to do. I also do not enjoy her standard method of emotional manipulation. I do not want to go back on my word. Who do I lette downe?

You tell your grandma that it’s unfortunate that you won’t be able to attend the concert with her, but you have a previous professional committment that can’t be altered. And that’s the end of the discussion. If she keeps hectoring you, just keep repeating the same thing over and over. Eventually she’ll peter out, and over longer periods of time, she might even learn that when you decline an invitation, it’s not up for discussion.

Good luck at your concert!