A few of weeks ago, I had some homemade ravioli. My aunt and cousin
bought it from some place in the Bronx for my grandma, and one of the
above relatives offered it to my family, and it had been sitting in our
freezer ever since, so I finally ate some.
It was
fantastic.
In case I haven't mentioned this already,
I love pasta.
I love it more than I love almost any food. Pasta and chocolate are
probably on an equal level for me in the category of favorite foods,
shortly followed by french toast, crepes, and my family's homemade
bread. Anyway, after I tasted this ravioli, I was addicted. I actually
made more of the same the next day, before I realized that I was either
going to have to:
a) get off my ravioli kick
b) go back to BJ's ravioli
or
c) learn to make my own
Clearly,
the first two would have been reasonable choices. And if I had a job, I
probably would have picked "b" or been stuck with "a" due to a lack of
time.
So I guess one of the benefits of
being unemployed and out of school is that you do some really random
things about which you would normally say, "Oh yeah, that might be cool
to try someday."
Like making homemade ravioli.
Conveniently,
my mom bought an old-fashioned ravioli-making kit at some garage sale
or another, so I fished that out, enlisted my dad for helping and
bantering purposes (who cooks without good banter?) and began.
The
dough recipe that came with the box was so bad, I'm not even going to
put it in here. Instead, I found another recipe that I will use next
time. This time, I got stuck with a really hard dough, which I tried to
soften by adding an extra egg, and then which my mom had to save by
adding more flour.
The thickness of the dough is really important. We made the first batch a little too thick. It was still good, just not ideal.
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I didn't feel like going to buy ricotta cheese and
leaving my nice, happy, warm kitchen. So I used mozzarella and cream
cheese along with fresh parsley and garlic powder. It was yummy,
although next time I would pack it tighter and maybe experiment with
some more cheeses.
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| Exhibit A |
I
know I'm the one in the pictures, but I have to give my dad most of the
dough-rolling credit. I clearly have amazing muscle definition (See
exhibit A above) but three batches of ravioli involves some heavy duty
rolling.
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| "Yay it looks like real ravioli!!!" -- me |
Ta-da!