I'm at my mom's house today and we just spent all afternoon making homemade ravioli. It's the best! My grandma Aho used to make it when we were kids and we'd always look forward to it. We had it every time we visited. I feel kinda bad now that I know how much work it is because although we LOVED it, we never realized all the time and effort that went into making it. When I eat that ravioli it always brings me back to my grandma's kitchen. I can even remember her plates and glasses. It's amazing how many memories a simple thing like ravioli can bring back.
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