I love foods that bring me back. Back to a different place and time. Foods that drum up memories of simpler times. Don’t you? I mean, isn’t that what food is supposed to do? Cue the sappy serenade. Now, I had never eaten these toasted gnocchi until just recently, so memories I speak of are not of this food. You guys are familiar with toasted ravioli, right? That breaded and baked/fried ravioli that you dunk in marinara. That’s what I am talking about. The first time I ate toasted ravioli was naturally late to the whole toasted ravioli trend. Story of my life. We were fresh(ish) out of college. Friends were starting to get married. We were at the point in life where it was at least two weddings a summer. In our group of friends, this was maybe the second or third wedding that got us all back together after college. Our group was all headed down to southern Illinois for a weekend of shenanigans. I think we made it a two night stint. The first day we explored St Louis and ate a large variety of fried foods, including some “cracklins,” or pork rinds. First time for that …

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