Five Things for My 201st Post

Yippee!  I got tagged to do the Five Things Thingy by Dwija.  All the cool bloggers have been tagged, so I'm glad I finally got an invite.

It's not really clear what the rules are to this game.  So here are my five things.

1.  I see Dwija's fancy tack store employee and I raise her one Ravioli Girl.

Yes, I was a Ravioli Girl in high school.  The Ravioli Girl wears one of those cute paper hats and hand-makes ravioli in a glass  fishbowl room in the corner of the lobby of Pasta House.  I haven't been to a Pasta House in two decades, so I'm not sure if they still do this.

The key to hand-made ravioli is to roll the dough ONLY away from you, not back and forth.  I'd roll out two huge sheets of dough.  Spread the right amount of meat, cheese, and herb filling on top of one sheet, lay the other dough piece on top of that and then roll the giant pasta/meat sandwich with one of these rolling pins.

Then I'd run this fancy cutter wheel up and down and back and forth to make the scalloped edges.  Pillows of pasta perfection.

And because this was all taking place in St. Louis, those raviolis were all destined for the deep fryer, where all the good raviolis go in the end.

2.  In addition to fried or toasted (which is a lie, it's really fried) ravioli, St. Louis is the home of the Gooey Butter Cake.

I can't decide which is better, the actual cake or the name.  Whoever thought up "Gooey Butter Cake" is a marketing genius.  Make some for Easter morning.  Everyone will love you for it.

3.

Pinewood Derby is tonight and here is Edmund's submission. It totally rocks.  It will probably win "Most Awesome."

4.  I cut my own bangs a few weeks ago.  My Twitter friends already heard this saga.

Going to the hairdresser after mangling your own bangs is A LOT like going to confession.  Except in confession, I don't get laughed at nearly as much.  Though some of the rebukes are the same, "You are the one whose going to have to live with this."

5.  Jill has to name e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g.  Every page of any story, she has to name the characters, human or animal after herself, her parents, her family members, etc.  It's very tedious.

We've got One Gorilla by Anthony Browne from the library right now and here's how it goes down.

This is "my dada."

This is "mama and baby J."  Yes, she refers to herself as "Baby J."

But this page is only one person.

Sorry about the phone picture.  

"My Papa."

My father-in-law is a lemur.  She refuses to explain her reasoning.

Now, I get to tag 5 folks and ask them to do the same thing.  Anne, Charlotte, Bobbi, Blair, and Lisa, Come On Down!