I began the process of creating the dough. I added the wet ingredients to the dry ingredients. Immediately, I knew something was not right. The dough was too wet. I found my mistake. I forgot to reduce the milk to one-half.
(If you have a crisis, I’m not the one you should look for to solve it. I get excited and make things get worse.)
Alarmed, I recklessly tossed more flour into the bowl. Flour flew past bowl and landed on the floor and on my feet. I was wearing flip-flops, so flour got between my toes.
I kept going. I added another egg. I kneaded the dough and rolled it out. I prayed. I always pray. God is good. He heard me, because the ravioli was good. It should have been a total failure. We enjoyed it. I’ll serve ravioli again soon, because I want to develop a gluten-free recipe for it.