Cooking with Didi - Homemade Ravioli

This year, I skipped St. Patrick’s Day festivities for the first time in five years to make homemade pasta. On Sunday, I walked to Diane (my cousin, fondly known as Didi) and her husband Chris’ (remember them?) apartment while people swarmed around me in mini-golf grass green attire on the streets.

We got to cooking.

Their loft kitchen is a dream. They have a stainless steel island the size of a twin bed, natural light streaming in from floor-to-ceiling windows and plates and bowls and cutlery that match!! This was an apartment for two, not the mismatched twenty-something kind.

I said I'd get married just to register for the stuff. (*Clearly indicates that I'm nowhere near ready for marriage).

Didi indicated that skipping a day-drinking event is the first sign of “getting old.” I rambled all of my life updates and she deduced, as my wiser, older cousin that I’m torn between two worlds: one of settling down and one of setting off.

“You’re going to confuse the universe,” she said.

After all of our hard work, we realized that we didn’t even have enough food for leftovers, so we started again. We commented how our grandmothers could have made triple the amount in the same time it took us to make a dozen. I introduced her to Girls, and she let me wear her apron even though we both agreed it was too girly for me. At the end of the afternoon we were both exhausted, but the results were worth it.

Below is our cooking adventure making homemade ravioli with ricotta cheese & parsley stuffing. Similar recipe version here. Enjoy! x

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Cooking with Carly - Pierogies

This past weekend, I went over to Carly & Kiel's house to make homemade pierogies. (Who can spell it without google?) You may remember Carly and Kiel from their vineyard wedding on Not A Model.

I've been really into cooking lately, because it seems that creating my own sustenance is the only thing that clears my head. The vigorous chopping. The extended standing. The quick body movements. From the moment Carly told me about her ability to make this homemade specialty, I vowed to make my way to her kitchen.

We used Carly's grandmother's original (note: secret) recipe for cheddar cheese and potato pierogies. I stood and stuffed dozens of dumplings while a bronzed Buddha giggled, Kiel read The New Yorker and black cats begged to lick the bowl. (They weren't allowed, obviously). The hardest part of the process was sealing the dough edges and making each one look professional.

By the end, I was exhausted but Carly and I did daydream up aspirations to start our own double heritage food truck with pierogies and on my Italian side, ravioli. Next cooking adventure to come.

Until then, here are some photos from the day. If you're feeling ambitious try this similar recipe here.

Enjoy! x