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as far as I remember I used to hate fil pasta for the great part of my childhood
Ravioli tortellini cannelloni don't even speak in about lasagne I just couldn't stand them
That was it end of the story me and fresh pasta two walls apart and I didn't want to get any closer
My grandma used to make fresh stuff pasta every sunday
We would sit along the big table in the living room with my parents cousin aunties and uncles and everybody was helping out and bringing over the dishes
The room was full of sunlight chatting and lafos
I have very good memories of those long sunday feast with my family
I also remember how much I hated being forced to it known as ravioli
She was a clever woman though and she always made sure my favorite pasta dish was ready for me in the kitchen just in case
Spaghetti with butter and pecorino romano cheese simple as that nothing more nothing less
When I was about 10 or 11 I started developing a natural love for cooking
My mom still says that it was always around the kitchen asking what did you put in the cake was in the dish and so on
It came at a time when a big question rose up
Nonna what do you put in your fresh pasta fillings
Now you're a little young man if you want to make ravioli with me and learn how to make them as I do you must eat them
Or you never get it right
That was my deal with satin I was so interested in knowing that I couldn't say no
A whole morning making ravioli and then bringing them to the family crowd waiting
In spite of the deal I was hoping my grandma made some of my spaghetti anyway
So when he came it turned to help myself with the pasta I asked her can I have something different
She looked at me smile and said
Go to the kitchen something's waiting for you
All the way happy around through the kitchen door and a big night's plate of ravioli was waiting for me on the table
The ultimate challenge try them on now having lunch
I gave them a chance and my world changed completely
Somehow I found myself loving the ricotta melting in the mouth the gentle flavor of sage enhanced by the buttery notes
I was actually quite enjoying my first homemade pasta
Today the back door kitchen is quite popular even thanks its homemade pasta dishes
Every time I make them I sort of go back in time to their moments
What did I learn from that?
Whatever you do tasting is always the first adventure of life and if your grandma does
Good first pasta will never lie
