In memory of Gnocco.
It is with great sadness that we mourn the impending passing of Gnocco, the vacuum sealed pegs of machine rolled starch, vaguely imitating actual gnocchi.
Some have said, unfairly, that Gnocco was a soulless byproduct of the potato growing industry; a mere vehicle for the various sauces that may have breathed some life into the powdery nubs. But I remind all here that each tiny, scalloped morsel carries its own promise of intestine clawing cramps, and significant social awkwardness. Gnocco's short existence will have a lasting effect on us all, as the acidity regulators, potassium sorbate and "natural" flavourings combine with stomach acids and the energy heavy carbohydrates to produce the kind of flatulence that makes passers by wonder if a doctor should be in attendance.
So long, Solanum's bitter offspring. May your leaving us not bring too much sorrow or wincing in the morning.
Published on June 02, 2018 16:47