This past weekend I had the honor of spending some time with Dave's Nana. She is wonderful and has welcomed me into this family since the first day I met her. I remember clearly that it was a big deal I was getting the introduction to Nana. It was the first holiday season Dave and I were officially dating. I don't believe he had ever introduced her to anyone. I remember sitting at the table feeling like I was an outsider until Nana sat next to me and held my hand under the table. I loved her like my own Nana from that day on.
So this past weekend, she taught me how to make her home made pasta and ravioli's. I went over on Saturday afternoon while the girls were taking their naps and we began to make the dough. Apparently it's not a one day process. It's not even a two day process. And to think...she still makes this pasta on a regular basis!
Making the dough was simple enough but required a lot of arm strength. And Nana's got it. This girl does not.
So I went back over on Sunday morning for day two. I walked in to the house completely ready for me. She's got it down to a science. The dough we made the day before was under those bowls so no air got to them.
We (ahem...Nana...) began by separating the dough and putting it through the dough roller. Then she showed me how to fill the little tray and make the most delicious ravioli's around.
Holy yum. I can't wait to eat these. But...the third day comes into play here. She makes us freeze them before cooking so they don't fall apart. So...Nana had a back up plan...
With the scraps of the dough...she cut us up a quick lunch. These little spaghetti's have to be my most favorite things. So fresh. So light. So delicious.
So that was my weekend with Nana. Her ravioli recipe has been passed down. Now...if only my ravioli's can come out half as good as hers when I try and make them myself!