In our house, "Gnocchi" means "I love you".
The time invovled in making the pillowy mixture is minimal, but it is the act of cutting each strip to just the right width...chopping bite sized dumplings and then rolling each one delicately across the ridges of a fork - those repetative moves of delicious intent translates so purely to my husband as he savours one gnocchi at a time.
I have made several verisons of Gnocchi, using potatoes and even squash. Though in keeping with the season of pumpkins and fall delight, I am pleased with this version. The sage and shallots carry a certain melody throughout the dish that can only be thought of as fall.
For a vegetarian, this is the perfect Thanksgiving meal.

If you could only smell these...wow. It's apple pie without all the fuss. It's comfort food. It's home.
The other day at the market, a woman approached me and said, "Excuse me, but may I ask you a question?"
Is there anything more disappointing in October than biting into what you think will be a crisp, snappy apple only to have your teeth sink into mushy flesh? What do you do? Continue to eat it not to be wasteful, or toss it aside for something else?
Soup weather has hit hard today, very rainy and gloomy all around. A good day for a fire and just hanging out.