When you’re eating Italian dumplings with potato but you’re not letting everyone know about it… It’s a Lowkey Gnocchi night.
They’ll judge.
They’ll stare.
They’ll whisper.
All those carbs.
Doesn’t he know he’ll billow?
That’s a recipe for midsection madness.
But it’s a recipe from my Italian grandmother.
It’s a recipe for happiness, wrapped in a heavy blanket of joy.
I can eat the carbs.
No need to avoid.
I got my own diet plan.
None of which says no to gnocchi.
But still… if they see it… they’ll judge.
I’ll stay quiet.
That’s why it’s a Lowkey Gnocchi night.
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