An Experiment

A while back, a friend at work said she wanted to try making home-made raviolis. But you know how it is; one thing leads to another, and some things never get done.

Well, she piqued my curiosity, and soon I was dreaming up wicked ravioli recipes, despite never having made even the simplest of pastas before. Hell, I had never made any kind of dough, even though an auto-mechanic friend had taken up bread-making years ago (claiming it was the only thing he had found which really, truly got his fingernails clean.)

Anyway.

I went on line, found a pasta recipe, scrubbed my nails and dove in. It’s pretty spooky, gettin’ all dough-sticky and having no idea if you’re doing it right or wasting your time. But twenty minutes later I had a, um, bolus…

which I attacked with a bottle of cheap white wine (still with its full compliment of Wine Heft) and a paring knife

…which strips I then stuffed with a mixture of crab meat, ricotta cheese and fresh herbs from my porch boxes and served with a spicy chicken broth made with braised fennel, roasted red peppers and a healthy dollop of Frau Biergut’s Home-Made Habeñero Sauce:

Mama Mia, dat’sa Good!