Two or three weeks into staying with my host family, I decided I wanted to cook them dinner. I hadn’t cooked in a while, and I wanted to show them that I liked them. (Also, I think two months of nothing but Korean food had subconsciously begun to wear on me.) So, without knowing how to convert metric measurements, what ingredients would be available, or how to take the bus to the E-Mart on the other side of the city, I decided to cook the most difficult thing I knew: gnocchi.



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