Although the book 642 Things to Write About has Worst Thanksgiving Dish…I wanted to share with you the worst dish I have ever made.
When we lived in the SF Bay Area, we had a favorite pasta. Ravioli’s that were made by hand, but they were sold at a few stores and delicatessens. We ate the sausage meat ravioli with homemade meat sauce. One day, I saw there were turkey ravioli. I thought, this would be a change from the norm. Well, it was a change for the worst, and not the better.
The table looked lovely, and the smell of fresh homemade bread filled the air. It was just the right crispy feeling outside. We didn’t need a “coat”, just a jacket would do. Just as the ravioli finished in the pot the steam from the pot moistened the windows. I added our homemade sauce, and my mouth watered in anticipation of the ravioli. I started by dipping my pipping hot bread into a little olive oil. MMMM! It was so good, and now a bite of the ravioli. I took a bite, and it was crunchy. It felt like I was eating some of the feathers from the bird. I pushed it down, and did not admit to my disgust to the rest of the family. There it was, on their faces too…disgust! Ugh! I just wanted to shrink in size for putting my family through this drama. I took my fork, and cut one of the raviolis in half. I wasn’t ready to admit to defeat. I took yet another bite…yes, it was just as bad. My over active imagination took me to the slaughter house where feathers were flying everywhere. Could I keep these few bites down? I tried one more, and then I had to admit to the rest of the family that we will not buy the turkey ravioli. Everyone put their forks down, and thanked me for admitting that the ravioli were awful.
I am sure there are some good turkey ravioli out there. I just have not had the nerve to try another turkey ravioli since.