66 Square Feet: Macaroni

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Macaroni

I had breadcrumbs left over from the gnocchi I made and sprinkled some on top of the bechamel for this macaroni. Big difference! Made an extra crispy crust.

4 comments:

flwrjaneNovember 10, 2009 at 9:34 PM
yummer.
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Blog Princess GNovember 11, 2009 at 10:06 AM
Between the gnocchi and this, I had to attach a drool cup to my chin... almost.
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MarieNovember 11, 2009 at 11:26 AM
More gnocchi tonight as I totally overbought ricotta. Maybe with a light, late season tomato sauce?
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My Farmhouse KitchenNovember 11, 2009 at 1:24 PM
OMG...where's the spoon !
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