Some years ago, a local grocery store/deli had a gnocchi night. The wonderful man who owned and ran the deli portion of the store was from Italy. Wednesday nights, he would cook homemade gnocchi. Sauce-wise, it was whatever was in season, always with a meatless option for us non-meat-eaters.
Gnocchi with gorgonzola, gnocchi with zucchini and onions, gnocchi with truffles or chanterelle mushrooms, or just with the plain old tomato sauce. Fire under the skillets as he heated the sauce and gnocchi together, lots of laughter, live music, and cheap Italian red wine.
When Mario sold the restaurant, there was no more gnocchi night. But he and his wife did come to my house one night and show me how to make them.
Tonight, we had gnocchi. It was good, but damn I miss Mario’s gnocchi nights.