Armed with a plan.

Did I mention in my last post that things are going so well with Torsten's parents that I insanely offered to cook them dinner tonight? Because, oh, I did. They know we're doing Weight Watchers and Torsten's mom is apparently into healthy food, so they are all about the WW (oh, the insider lingo!) recipes. But oh god, some of them are better than others, and if I had any sense at all I would be making a tried-and-true dish for them, like the lemon-salmon risotto that is delicious every time.

But no. Here I am, tempting fate, braving not one but two dishes that I have not tried to cook before. If all goes well, we will be feasting on chicken Marsala and homemade spinach gnocchi tonight. Yes, I'm trying to make my own pasta for the first time ever. And also, most of the WW recipes that I use are ranked "easy," and these two are both ranked "moderate." And by the way, have I mentioned yet that I'm crazy?

But we do have a Plan B in place (in the form of our favourite pizza place down the block) in case all does not go well. This buoys me a little. But only a little.