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Sunday, January 07, 2007

Happy New Year and Ravioli Making on Christmas Eve!

Happy New Year!!!!
Happy New Year! Wynne, my wonderful room-mate and I at First Night Austin, an alcohol free art festival downtown on New Year's Eve. Cheers!

And now, for the promised Christmas Eve Ravioli making pictures...

The many parts of a Christmas Eve Ravioli Meal
The beautiful ingredients for my family's recipe of Ravioli. All courtesy of Mandola's Italian Market! (They have delicious wine and food there, too! Check them out!)

Wynne Cutting it UP!
Wynne is very good...at cutting up prosciutto and provolone cheese. She almost did it as well as my Grandpa does every year. (Of note, his chopping does come out more symmetrical, however, it takes him about 6 times longer to cut it all up)

Me making the Ravioli Filling
Making the ravioli filling. Look at that parsley! That ricotta! Yum! And look at that buff girl there, oh yea wait, that's me!

My friend Debi and Wynne had the same outfit on.
The party poopers: Very satiated people who have matching hair, sweaters, skin colors and jeans. Oh and socks, too.

My friend Sarah and her crazy hyper Cruz
More pooper guests: Sarah O and her hyperactive little pooper, Cruz. I LOVE this child. He's a fast runner. (We didn't let him run in the house, don't worry, I will say to the memory of my Grandma Irene.)*

Current book I'm reading: Mine again.

Current song stuck in my head:
"Theirs is to win / If it kills them / They're just humans / With wives and children"
That show, that song as The Flaming Lips performed it at Austin City Limits, was incredible. It just came onto my pandora.com randomly and I loved it.

*My Grandma Irene fought with ovarian cancer and lost the battle in 1993. One of the things I remember her saying to me most as a child was "No running in the house!" Needless to say, being around Cruz's age at the time, my cousins and I had to be told many many times what NOT to do. We were NOT to run inside! Ironically, I am a running freak now. Maybe my Grandma Irene would appreciate that irony. If only grandparents would spend more time telling their grandchildren what they SHOULD do...if only I knew what I should do now...Grandma? Dream visit, please?


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