put an abundant amount of love into cooking, the outcome will always be delicious. That is exactly what my 92-year-old grandmother does when making each meal. So last Sunday when she invited the family over for what she proclaimed will be her last batch of home-made ravioli, it was somewhat of a monumental event. I can distinctly remember as a kid watching her meticulously create each little work of art. She would roll out the dough, carefully fill each one and then place them on a checkered tablecloth to let the pasta dry. A tradition, that I sadly can not carry on (my cooking wouldn’t do it justice), but the amazing recipe and detailed process stays close to my heart.