Six simple gnocchi recipes — using shop-bought or homemade
Shop-bought fresh gnocchi are one of the best lazy dinner solutions I know: fast, filling, endlessly adaptable. Air frying or roasting them on low is a revelation — it gives them a lovely crisp outside and soft middle. Although ask a purist such as the Italian maestro Giorgio Locatelli or the chef Jacob Kenedy, who owns Bocca di Lupo restaurant in London, and they'll say don't deviate from the classic method. 'Boil — always! Pan-fried gnocchi are a chefism: nice, but I like food cooked at its simplest,' Kenedy explains.
'I prefer to boil shop-bought gnocchi,' Locatelli agrees. 'If you pan-fry them, the outside gets crispy but the inside can be underdone.' I find not frying them too hot can avoid this. If you're boiling
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