Making ravioli.
My adventures making ravioli last night, let me start off by saying I’ll never do that again. Dinner had to be ready by 5, so I started dinner at 3, figuring it would take me a long time making it since I never had to hand stuff ravioli before. First I cooked the shrimp, and let it cool on the cutting board. Once cool, I cut up the shrimp into little pieces, then threw them in a bowl. After that I threw in some ricotta cheese, italian seasoning, and old bay into the bowl. Then mix, mix, mix. Smell. Yummy. Taste. Yummy. Finally I grab the egg roll wrapers, since I learned on the food channel that I could use them as a subsitute for ravioli noodles. Cut them up, and stuff, stuff, stuff, close, close, close, just like I learned how to do on the food channel. Perfect, no holes (well on most) and that filling wasn’t coming out at all. Then I started cooking them in my pasta pot. The time was 4:45, timing was perfect. I checked on them every 2 mins until they were see through. I learned when using egg roll wrappers that meant they were done, right? Pull out the pasta insert, drain drain, oh-f-ing-no. What was happening? No, don’t do that! Don’t fall apart on me now! Shit. I threw them down the garbage disposal, and 20 mins later we had popcorn shrimp, mashed potatoes, and corn. Yummy.
That wasn’t my only adveture of the past day though, While we were at Wal Mart today buying diapers (since they didn’t have the size we needed at Costco where we were shopping at earlier) I saw potties, and decided it was about time I bought one for Alex. As I’m looking at them I finally come to two choices, I could either go cheap, and buy one because it has handles, a lid, and splash guard all things Alex might need, or go expensive and buy one with handles, a book, and it plays music! I ask Joe his opinion and he starts telling me that potties shouldn’t make sounds. I tell him Alex likes music and might help. He tells me potties making sounds arn’t right. Finally, I decide yes Alex is getting the musical potty. Then I tell him that I’m telling his sister that he said that Alex shouldn’t have the same potty her son has because it makes music. He asks me if his nephew has that potty. I say yes. He goes oh. I won.
In conclusion looking back on the adventures of the past day, all I have to say is: “Ravioli, I like ravioli. Ravioli, its the best for me. Have I got it on my chin? Yes, you’ve got it on your chin. On my chin. On your chin. OOOOOooooooh. Ravioli, I like Ravioli. Ravioli, its the best for me!”
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- Getting Alex back. – November 2, 2003
- Potty Training – August 18, 2005
- Planning dinner. – January 29, 2004
- Andrew’s birthday party. – October 24, 2003
- Potty training and glasses. – September 16, 2004
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