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[Mugwump]

...'mini' ravioli.... .....nuke and eat...MMMmm...

[PaulineMi]

I like "Uh oh, Spaghetti-Os".

[Mugwump]

I like "Uh oh, Spaghetti-Os".

me too........and Beefaroni......

[wsantia1]

I like "Uh oh, Spaghetti-Os".

me too........and Beefaroni......

I always liked the spaghetti and meatball.  There used to be 8 meatballs in the CBRD.

[Bushkill]

Being born in Italy, those items were forever banned from our home by my mother the minute we got off the plane at JFK. There was never a Sunday when there wasn't a pot of sauce on the stove.

[Mugwump]

Being born in Italy, those items were forever banned from our home by my mother the minute we got off the plane at JFK. There was never a Sunday when there wasn't a pot of sauce on the stove.

When I was a young lad, we lived down in Granville, Ill. My folks were renting from the Capatani's...Mrs 'Cap' took us all under her wing and would invite us over from time to time for homemade ravioli cooked in chicken broth, hot fresh bread and some of Mr. 'Cap's homemade chianta made with grapes on their good size property....on occasion that good homemade spaghetti from scratch....even the spaghetti....the sauce you could smell for miles, the meat balls were big as a man's fist.....oh those days of holding my belly from eating too much....but it was good.....she had goats too, and baked using goats milk......her leftover bread dough she would fry for just me.. ..(and Mr. 'Cap')...and fry it, then cover in grated cheese....then me (about 6 ) and Mr 'Cap' would chow on it while having a glass of his wine......LOLOLOL......or me and Mrs 'Cap' would sit on a bench by her apple tree, next to an old water pump...and eat the fried bread and drink Mr, 'Caps' wine........when my Mom first found out she wasn't pleased..but Mrs, 'Cap' just smiled and fed her fried bread, and some wine.....all was well.....LOL....I miss Mrs, 'Cap'....she traveled to California when she heard that I was going over seas....I went to her daughter's house and she made fried bread and we drank wine.....it's a fond memory of a lovely person....

[GraphicGr8s]

Being born in Italy, those items were forever banned from our home by my mother the minute we got off the plane at JFK. There was never a Sunday when there wasn't a pot of sauce on the stove.

Oh yeah. Home made gravy. And meatballs. And Grandpas home made sausage. And home made pasta, hand rolled. Beef Braciole yum yum.

[Bushkill]

 About the same here. Our landlords were the DiClemente family. Mrs. D was a stay-at-home and made fresh pasta and ravioli in the basement all the time. The "men-folk" made their own wine in the fall too. Good times!

A few years ago, I bought myself a Christmas present: a pasta machine. Generous with my bad self, eh!

Nothing special, just one of those hand-cranked little machines that rolls out dough to a nice uniform thickness and even cuts it into strips of linguini.

We also make fresh ravioli fillings too.

Killer stuff.

With the girls on their own and Mike in his last college year, the holidays turn into a true "Eat-a-thon" and we get everybody into the act making fresh pasta and ravioli for at least one of the holiday meals.

You can build new traditions and memories with the simplest things.