Migraine again. This day was pretty shot. I worked on my syllabus some, and a paper some, but dinner was prepared by Squirt while I hid away in a quiet room. He decided to make fresh pasta and ravioli. He made the dough, rolled it out paper thin, made a filling with spinach and mushroom and pine nuts and lemon zest and ricotta, and then made these beautiful round pockets of delicious goodness in a sage butter sauce. Squirt got his Nana's cooking gene, that's for sure.
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