Sunday At Nonna's

Since my Nonno passed away almost a year ago. My mother and I visit her every weekend, generally, without fail. She usually just sits with us inside and we talk over coffee and biscuits.

Today was so much more than that. She had started pasta and needed to finish it. So mum and I helped her out. Well, mum helped and I threw the flour around while taking photos. It brought back a lot of memories of when I was younger and used to help her make ravioli.

I thought I'd let you in on what it looks like to be making pasta on a cold afternoon.