ok, so.....this photo from the nytimes brought tears to my eyes.....not because of any affinity for tortellini....but because of the sight of a well of flour filled with beat eggs......my grandmother crown (my dad's mamma) made noodles early on sunday mornings just this way...on the counter.....hand-kneaded, rolled, and cut.....and left to dry while we were at church.......they would be dropped into the boiling chicken broth and served with a chicken cut up in ....parts....i also have saturday morning memories of grandma in her chicken yard with a hatchet..... but i will leave these to another day....or a connecting article in the nytimes.....
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