Because 2 days is never enough.

Karl’s birthday was last week and I gave him a terrific pasta maker and a ravioli tool. Well, all right, that’s debatable. I’ll admit it’s possible that I gave myself a terrific pasta maker for Karl’s birthday. You see, I sort of thought I was going to get one for my birthday, and when I didn’t, and when my plan to buy a vintage bike poster for him didn’t come together, I found myself in the checkout line at Broadway Panhandler carrying our little Italian made beauty. When Hardy came over to give me a belated birthday gift that she’d been holding onto since my birthday, I unwrapped the Pasta Bible right in front of Karl. I think the gig was up at that point.

In my defense, Karl loves kitchenware. And he loves pasta. And he likes when I make dinner.

We had some friends over last weekend and I made three different kinds of whole wheat ravioli: ricotta and gorgonzola, sweet potato, and my favorite, Swiss chard. I think our pasta career is off to a good start, even though I messed up the dough by using only whole wheat flower and we didn’t roll the pasta nearly thin enough. Our guests were gracious and pretended that it didn’t matter that the ravioli was a bit like a sandwich on whole wheat bread.

I’ll get better. And let’s face it, I got both of us, a pasta maker for our birthdays. (And don’t feel too bad for Karl, I got him a bottle of his favorite wine, his favorite port, and took him to a fantastic, locally sourced meal at Applewood).