Yeah, I know, some people pronounce it “OH-ffal.” I don’t. It’s punnier that way.
Prunes, prunes, the musical fruit; the more you eat, the more you shit uncontrollably. So I pretty much dream about prune-stuffed gnocchi with vin santo and foie gras every night. And often during the day, as well. So it’s a good thing that No. 9 Park gives out the recipe on request. And since Chef ...
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