A turnover with attitude.
Rainy today. Played with weatherstripping. Read blogs. Coveted pasta.
Chicago John has posted a recipe for duck ravioli which, if the Superstore actually had ducks in its frozen meats section like last week’s flyer advertised, I would have made for today’s supper.
I’m too tired to come up with a funny caption here. Any takers?
But if you think that stopped me, you don’t know Dandyknife!
I veered slightly from John’s recipe. Okay, I modified it till it’s unrecognizable. My filling has leftover rotisserie chicken (BBQ spiced), chorizo sausage, an avocado, some thickened-by-draining plain yogurt, and some mashed roasted butternut squash.
But it DOES have the egg John suggested, scout’s honour!
On the other hand, his mother’s pasta dough recipe was followed to the letter.
Aren’t they adorable?
The raviolis are now resting under a tea towel, waiting for a plunge into boiling water and a slathering with pesto.
I’m waiting too, though not under a tea towel; too hard to type that way.
I made a half batch of the dough, to match what was originally intended to be a half batch of ravioli filling. Never mind, the leftover filling already tastes so much like chicken salad, why not throw a few frozen peas at it, make a quick pie crust, and bake it?
Tape measure crashing the photo. I found it on a basement rafter a year after we moved here. I’d probably have behaviour problems too if I had gone through what it did.
And so I did. That way, if the raviolis come apart and we accidentally end up with club-sandwich soup, there will be something else for E.g. to sink her teeth into.
Busy work week again. Supper’s ready, E.g., any time you are!
Just don’t tell them it’s ravioli pie.