The neighbor invited us over to their house to make their great grandmother’s ravioli from scratch. It literally took all day and there were 20 people all helping. This family is a tight knit bunch. I was not only amazed at how well everyone got along, but at how loving they were towards us as well. It felt like we belonged there. The ravioli was an adventure in itself. After we made about 300 of these things, we ate some. The sauce and every detail was made from scratch. This event last night got me to think about my grandma. I loved cooking in the kitchen with her. I enjoyed helping her do everything. I miss my grandma. The sad part is, all the family traditions died with her. Last night was an eye opener for me. I realized if I am going to have family traditions, I need to start them. I will be the one to begin and hand them down to my kids and so forth. Traditions have to start somewhere. So, the neighbors do the ravioli tradition once a year and that is the only one they have. I suggested we do cookies before Christmas, they all liked that. Now we are starting a cookie tradition with their family and I will implement it in mine.