Ravioli





A cup of water, a cup being an egg-cup.

If you bash both egg shell halves then too bad no water for you.

Kidding.



A few tablespoons of semolina rather than the customary 50%





Shhhh. It's resting.

Evening out, relaxing, autolysing, slowly self-destroying.  


Atlas turned, cranked, rolled, compressed, shrugged.




This absurd tool came with the Atlas.



Tomato paste singed in a pot with a fresh onion and leftover torn chicken thigh from yesterday and the greens with root vegetables from yesterday, all that together formed the most amazingly pleasing sauce. 


All that cheese is on the inside of the ravioli instead of on top.


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