Last Sunday, Ashley and I turned into a culinary dream team. She was rolling out pappardelle like a pro, and I was stirring a pot of oxtail ragu that could make an Italian Mama weep with joy.
Put both together and it was like capturing Sunday in a single bite - joyful, heartwarming, and a tad indulgent. No one cares about calories on a weekend!
It was not just about the pasta or the ragu but about making memories stick, along with the sauce on the pappardelle. A father-daughter creation that’s not just for eating, but for experiencing. Cheers!