The potato is a wonderful thing in many of its ways – the humble chip, dauphinoise and of course who does not love buttery, creamy mash.
Now why on earth would you then mix it with flour, make small frankly gay little pillows and boil them again and then toss in pesto which to be blunt would be better used with some simple pasta.
I had gnocchi once in a fancy restaurant and it was more than acceptable as they had “pan” fried it post the boiling malarkey. Every other time I have wondered why I bothered.
p.s. referring to Italian food in native Italian terms does not make it any nicer, just makes you sound like a cóck.
Northern Monkey ... who can't upload a bleeding Avatar