We did a really fun activity with our small group…. we got sitters for the kids and went to Joel & Annie’s to make “pasta from scratch”. I can’t tell you how curious I was.
The most fascinating part of this process was when they lifted the dough and threaded it through the machine that flattened it and made it PAPER thin. It was just so fun to watch.
And watch we did.
Who is this handsome man, you ask? Well, he is the father of all my children.
Anywho…. he is now filling in little blobbets of delicious cheese mixture– which will be the center of the ravioli.
Here Jerel makes sure every little pasta/cheese packet is sealed before boiling.
Joel and Annie’s house is amazing. They bought an old, unloved, two-story house in town and loved it back to life. I took this picture to showcase the beautiful dark wooden floors.
There were some cute baby boys there. Judah….
Of course, we had to put on a spread and celebrate the Feast of Raviolis. What is with men not liking salads with strawberries on it? Or maybe it’s just mine and the few that I know. Women tend to like strawberry salads- it makes them feel healthy and fancy and lovely. 🙂
Rachel and I raided Annie’s china cupboard. I love the results.
What a fun, special night of eating and talking! And ok, so like, I thought this HOMEMADE ravioli would be good. Sure. I mean, it’s homemade right? But how could it better than say the pasta I had at Broken Rocks Cafe in Wooster once (the best I had had up to that point). But- wow, it. was. so. good. It kinda melted in your mouth, like it was very soft and delicate, like melted cheese almost. I can’t really describe it.
Another shot featuring the woodwork. I sometimes I feel I cannot say in words, how MUCH I love old houses and seeing their character. Like I would walk into a stranger’s house if that meant I got to see it. They fascinate me to the core. I would even say I find it more exciting to see an old house, than it is to see a new baby at the hospital. A human baby. Yes, I have issues.
And if I am chatting with someone and they mention they renovated an old house… I try not to walk right over top of them to get an invitation to look. ULTIMATE JOY.
They turned the leftover dough into noodle-form (fettuccine?)– which dried while we ate dinner.
GREAT NIGHT! Thanks, Hostetlers….