i had such high hopes for these homemade ravioli. and don't get me wrong, they turned out pretty amazing and i am a convert for homemade(ish) ravioli now that i know how simple(ish) it can be.
what i didn't factor into the equation was-- the mister coming home late from work (he works incredibly hard to support our little family and late nights once in a while have to be expected), the subsequent meltdown from the toddler because he was famished, add in that dada wasn't home and nix was missing him something fierce, and then the resulting mama meltdown that followed the toddler meltdown as i tried to boil water, finish filling the ravioli, puree the sauce, plate the wee one's food and soothe him (all at the same time, mind you) while keeping him out of the hot, hot, hot kitchen.
nixon needed dada and i needed a beer. don't judge.
there was a whole lotta melting down going on in this house tonight.
okee dokee, back to the ravioli.