Kiss My Knits!

The traditional Christmas ravioli. My husband makes the pasta dough, ricotta cheese, and sauce from scratch. This year the tomatoes were from our garden, and we had a side of spicy sausage from an Italian butcher about 20 miles up the road.

In theory we all help assemble it, but really it’s mainly my husband who is the maestro here. It’s so good. So good.

Christmas went well. Em got overtired just before bedtime and started quietly crying because “I haven’t done karaoke all year.” Really it was because she had been up since 6am, going full tilt. I should have put her to bed early.

Even with the rough finish, she still said, “I think this was my favorite Christmas ever.” Mission accomplished.

And so, exhausted, I’m also off to bed. I hope your Christmas was merry and bright.