Every year in November my family and I all get together to make homemade ravioli for the holidays. This a family tradition that was passed down by my Nona and Papa and one that has been going on for many years.
The night before my dad prepares the meat that goes inside the ravioli. We use a mixture of beef, chicken, and pork.
The morning of ravioli making my dad makes the dough. This year Ava helped Nona and Papa in the kitchen.
The Strazi’s ravioli day is definitely a day spent in the kitchen filled with lots of love.
I am pretty sure Ava was telling Uncle Andrew he needed to get to work!
After the dough is made we all gather around the table with our forks, bowls of meat, and flour as my dad rolls out the dough and cuts it into the little squares.
This year we recruited a new ravioli maker (my brother in-law) so my dad did his little demonstration of how we put the ravioli together. Although, I feel like my dad does this every year. I think it’s just the “coach” in him and the perfectionist.
The process is pretty simple. You grab one of the pasta squares, place the meat in the middle of the square, fold the square into a triangle and then press it closed with your fork. There you have it.
Once everyone was on board and ready to go we let the ravioli making begin. It usually takes us a few hours to get about 50 dozen made. This year we took a very short donut, diet coke, and bathroom break, then got right back to it. The chief, I mean Papa, was demanding that production continue.
My mom is the counter. She counts how many raviolis we have made, prepares them for the freezer, and makes sure all the raviolis are sealed. If they aren’t sealed she throws them back to the ravioli makers. She also lets my dad know if we are making “meat pies”. That’s a no no! Too much meat could cause them to open while cooking, and it shortens the amount of ravioli we can make. See, once the meat is gone we are done making ravioli. So as the morning goes on and we get tired, some of the ravioli tend to get packed full with meat.
My sister brought these amazing donuts with her. They were actually called cronuts which is a croissant and doughnut pastry. Oh my word! I think I ate a whole dozen!
Joey has definitely become an awesome ravioli maker. I am pretty sure he made a lot more raviolis than I did this year.
However, I have a pretty good excuse. I kept my eyes on Ava while she ventured through Nona and Papa’s cabinets. She reorganized their tupperware, and taste tested all their snacks to make sure they were still good.
By lunch time that day we had finished making the raviolis.
I am sure my Nona and Papa are looking down from heaven saying we did a fine job! My Papa might be saying, “Now y’all make sure those raviolis are closed now. We don’t want them opening up.” My Papa use to be the dough cutter so my dad definitely gets it honest! My Nona taught me her secret to making the prettiest raviolis.
We were missing a few helping hands that day. My brother and his family didn’t make it in time for the ravioli making, but they have a newborn baby so I would say that’s a pretty good excuse. They did make it in time for me to get some snuggles in with my nephew though!
The Strazi’s Annual Ravioli Making is more than just making raviolis. It’s a time with family, filled with love and laughter, sharing memories, catching up on the latest happenings in each others lives, watching grand babies run around, and remembering our loved ones that are looking down on us from heaven above. It’s our family tradition and one that I will always look forward to and cherish.
From our family to yours, Happy Holidays!
What’s a tradition your family has for the holidays?