Gnocchi was the first thing I ever cooked. I must have been 4 or 5, and I remember watching PBS (that’s the public television channel, for my non-US readers) and there was a cooking show on. And on that show they were making gnocchi. I watched raptly for long enough to know that I NEEDED to have gnocchi in my life immediately! So I ran over to my dad and told him they were cooking something on TV and we had to make it. My dad comes into the family room and probably catches the tail end of the episode and none of the instructions, but didn’t let that deter him. We immediately went into the kitchen and made some gnocchi, recipe-free. I’m positive it was his first time making gnocchi. The dumplings were probably 3x bigger than typical, and they were on the soft (and watery) side. We tossed them in some marinara sauce and called it done. And guys, I was smitten….