Winner winner... chicken dinner?... Almost.. Kind of.

It always starts with momma being nostalgic or something. She will start telling us about her life when she was a little girl. Then... suddenly, it turns into this... Pasta, she is doing it again.

 
 I love pasta. I love pasta made with fresh eggs because it smells yummy.  But I am more interested in what she has going on the stove. Chicken, prosciutto, seasonings, reggiano, eggs, persillade, white pepper, truffle oil...salt and I smell cream, onions...Wait a sec. she just put everything into the robot coupe. She is whipping it into some sort of ....OHHH filling.
 
Mean woman put onions in that otherwise delicious filling..... all I can say is... you better make some without onions for your four legged loyal, loving, sweet, deserving.... babies.

Mark, fill, cover, cut, fold, repeat... that smell is driving us insane. I think parmiggiano reggiano and prosciutto could make sawdust taste delicious. Momma, why are making these? Still not talking? Well, I am still on guard.  And like little soldiers there they sit.  Ohhhh is that a plain chicken breast with prosciutto going into the robot coupe?  Ahhh With reggiano and NOOOO Onions! Spendid. Brilliant.  I will need ....more than 7 please with panna, [cream] Mhhhh

Winner, winner CHICKEN dinner!!!!! SCORE!  Gross- JD calls them belly buttons, he is gross.

And if you really know momma, you know she loves hats and these are "CAPELLETTI"  = little hats!  NOT belly buttons.  I wonder where that dog came from at times!

Back to sniffing!

and supervising, of course.

'vie