Thank you so much for all the very nice words about the bonnets and the bonnet pattern orders! I really appreciate them — thank you! To get out of the studio a little bit, I had myself a little kitchen-putter yesterday. I decided to make homemade ravioli. I found my old pasta book, Pasta: Creating, Celebrating, and Saucing by Constance Jones. I bought it about fifteen years ago when I first made pasta by hand, back in Missoula. I really like this book (and it's super cheap used — like, $0.01) so I recommend it if you're interested in making your own pasta. I used the recipes for Classic Pasta all'uovo (pasta dough with eggs), Savory Cheese Filling, and Bolognese Sauce. These are the same recipes we used fifteen years ago, too. Isn't it strange when you taste something that you haven't had in years and years and years and it really does take you back, as they say? I felt like I was back on South 6th West. The sauce has a very distinct taste — probably my favorite bolognese sauce.
Not that steaming bolognese sauce photographs very well, but you know.
Ravioli was and still is one of my favorite foods. I'm sure you know it's one of the four food groups: Ravioli, lasagna, stuffed shells, and milk (like Buddy the Elf's four food groups: Candy, candy canes, candy corn, and syrup). In our family, anyway. I remember my mom and my grandma making pasta by hand but only very rarely, and only for special occasions (I forgot my sister made ravioli for Christmas this year and they were delicious). And I remember thinking even then, when I was just a tiny little Italianish girl, that landsakes it seemed like a whole boatload of work for a few raviolis. . . .
And — yeah. It still is. It took me four and a half hours to make dinner.
I'm slow. But, you know. This is not a means-to-an-end kind of thing. This is an I-feel-like-spending-an-entire-day-cooking sort of thing. Which I did, and which it was. And so I like cold, rainy, wet, dark days sometimes. If there's ravioli at the end of them.
I'm not hard to please, I don't think.
I like that picture.
That was a good dinner.