It seems fitting for me that my first post would be about gnocchi since I have so many fond memories as a kid making them with my mother & aunt. The 3 of us would set up our work stations in my mother’s modest kitchen & go to work. We each had a specific job. My mother would make the dough, my Aunt Anne was in charge of rolling the dough into ropes & cutting them. She would make each gnoccho the same exact size.(that’s why she had that job) As for me, I was the one who would run the gnocchi down the back of the tines of a fork to make the little ridges.
My mother had this uncanny ability to find humor in just about anything. She was a cross between Gracie Allen & Lucille Ball so needless to say we would talk & laugh & laugh & laugh some more as we worked. Although these 2 woman who I love dearly are no longer with me, I cherish those moments of joy I had with them. It wasn’t about teaching me how to make gnocchi; they taught me a much greater lesson during those times. They taught me the importance of love, family & laughter. So it’s only natural that I would associate these things with food.
My daughter & I cook together whenever she comes home & we to will talk & laugh & laugh & laugh some more as we cook. I can see that our time together in the kitchen has taught her the same lessons as my mother & aunt taught me. I know that when & if the time comes for her to have her own children she’ll pass those lessons onto them. These thoughts warm my heart. Who would have thought that I would learn so much from making gnocchi.