The 50° weather over the weekend reminded my skin what it felt like to be pleasantly exposed to air and gave me renewed hope that spring will, someday, come again. Twenty-four hours later as I trundled to work with neither gloves nor scarf, I was confronted with more blistery weather and a 10-day forecast that has thrown me into polar despair once again. So as we embark into our third (I think it’s third? I’ve lost count) vortex, I offer you comfort. Comfort in the form of gnocchi.
