I’ve been a bit preoccupied with the thought of gnocchi lately. Maybe because they remind me of teeny little pillows. Maybe because they’re perfect little chubby carbohydrate dumplings I want to curl up on the couch and hibernate with. Maybe because they are so closely associated with browned butter. Probably all of the above.
I’ve made gnocchi, and ordered it at restaurants, but never bought it at the grocery store – this was a total impulse buy. It was fine – like plain pasta that needed some dressing up. In this case I resurrected some mushrooms, sauteing them with butter and garlic after doing the same to a diced sweet potato. I had seen this, but mine was far, far more streamlined.
It would be a waste to write out a recipe, not that I’d remember it anyway. Heavy cast iron skillet, canola oil and butter, diced sweet potato, then mushrooms and garlic. Boiled gnocchi tossed with all of the above, plus a glob of butter left to melt, then turn golden and nutty in the pan with the browned bits in the bottom. Easy to stab at with a fork at my desk on nights when it’s already dark by 4 o’clock.