Maybe it's the funny shape, the funny name, or maybe just the way they don't really fit in with the rest of the pasta family.
Not like our favourite lasagna... *mmm*
But hey, I'm an open-minded individual so I went to my (Italian) nonna and
[Insert answer in southern-Italian dialect which I can't spell or speak]
Roughly translated: "Okay, just come over when your ready and I'll show you how it's done."
I love my nonna.
So one day, in the middle of a crazy mid-semester week, when I had four papers due on Friday (criminal!), I drove over to nonna's and said "I'm here Nonna! Let's make gnocchi or else I'm going to go crazy and fail all my papers and my degree and my life will be devoid of meaning..."