Food writer reflects on holiday pasta tradition that gets family boiling
Thirteen years ago, my Italian mother walked out of my house early on Christmas day.”I’m never coming here for Christmas again,” she announced. “You ruined my ravioli!” <br>I wasn’t surprised, and I knew she was serious. I had insisted she spend the holiday at my place, but I had failed to stock up on the ingredients for our traditional ragu.
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