Over Achieving

Today was the start of a little lunch club between four of us moms and kids. I hosted and thought I was taking the easy road by making ravioli. I accidentally made ravioli filling instead of sauce last Friday, then realized my mistake and stuck it in the fridge for another day. So I figured I'd use up my homemade ravioli filling and leftover sauce. BAD, BAD, idea.

Homemade ravioli is so hard to make. NEVER NEVER attempt this at home. Store bought ravioli is really good and pretty cheap, considering...

I had to roll four strips of dough 48" long, and this dough was soooo elastic, I finally got two cans of peaches to hold each end down while I worked up a sweat trying to get my dough past a foot. Like a balloon, it kept snapping down shorter and shorter. A smarter woman would have stopped, and at one point I did throw my dough ball back in the Kitchen Aid bowl in disgust, but dangit, I was determined.

One hour later, I had 40 pathetic looking raviolis, and I was happy about it, too.



Too bad I didn't see Wyatt, getting busy in the honey, drinking from the thing like it was his sippy cup.



Now I had messy counters, sticky baby, and sweaty me (I wasn't kidding about perspiring while I rolled out those things) to deal with and only 15 minutes until arrival.

Somehow, things got done (even the bathroom, yea!) and ladies LOVED the ravioli. All I could think was, "Good, because you'll never have it from me again." Every now and then Ashton would pipe up during our conversation, "My mom hates that ravioli!"

As I was telling dear friend Nancy last week, "If I'd just stop over achieving, none of these things would happen to me." (lots of laughter, please.)