What started as one of my wacky cravings (nope, not pregnant) has turned into an impulse purchase.
But let me back up.
I think I've mentioned before, one of our many family traditions is to make ravioli from scratch. We even served them at my wedding - without Jody's fingernail. We had ravioli at Jaye's wedding too.
About 30 years ago, my great-grampa Johnson built a ravioli cutter out of wood. (boy do I miss the sounds and smells of him working in his garage)
That cutter is now a family treasure. (the only treasure this family has)
It's been a long time since we gathered together to make raviolis.
Too long.
I hope the wait is over.
Presenting: My impulse purchase and a junior to my grampa Johnson's work of art - my own ravioli cutter!
2 comments:
I actually just choked up a little.
Idiot.
I wish I still lived near you. I would "accidently" show up around dinner time. Mmmm...raviolis!
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