........Cause I won't share mine with you, you'll have to go order your own.
Life here in Weaselville is buzzing along busily as we, and I am sure most of you, make preperations for the biggest holiday celebration of the year ..........
Monday, December 13
In that vain, I want to share with you a special little present that I got myself.
First, a little back round....
If you are a regular around here, you already know that I was born and raised in Philadelphia. South Philadelphia to be exact. A wonderful bastion of eclectic entertainment in the form of the Mummers and highly ethnic area of Italian immigrants sprinkled with vivacious pockets of Irish neighborhoods.
In the past, I have shared with you the masterpiece of mouthwatering satisfaction of a real Philly Cheesesteak. I make my own water ice
P & S makes The Best, fresh, homemade pasta that has ever tickled my taste buds, bar none. This I say as a woman with an incredibly picky palate who grew up eating in the kitchens of people who take traditional Italian Cooking and produce dinners that make Mario Batali look like Chef Boyardee.
When I was a kid, our favorite answer to the age old question of 'what's for dinner?' was, you guessed it, P & S. Their ravioli makes me want to dance
So anyway, I haven't had the sheer delight that is P & S in about twenty years
I decided that I wanted P & S for my birthday dinner, just as I had done so many years long ago. The next morning I got on the phone with Patty
I ordered 3 dozen cheese ravioli, 3 quarts of that luscious sauce and 3 lbs of spaghetti,
It doesn't take much to make me happy. It's all about the simple pleasures and when I find a pleasure this good, I savor it.
*BTW - No, this is not a paid review. It's just that when there is something this good that I find in life, I opt to share it with you, my dear readers. I paid for my own order and have not received any compensation for advertising or links.