Every family has its holiday food traditions. Some people have ham on Christmas. Some people have turkey. My family has...ravioli. (And a small turkey breast for post-holiday gobblers.)
My grandparents used to make our Christmas ravs by hand, and my grandmother would make her special loaded-with-meat sauce from scratch. No, this wasn't her everyday sauce. This was authentic grandma sauce made specifically for Christmas.
My dad used to cook the ravs in the "padella," a pot the size of a cauldron. The padella was so big that he had to take it outside, set it on a specially made steel stand, and then use a propane tank with a heater/torch attachment for the flame. "Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble," indeed.
This year, Mumma made some killer homemade meatballs, but we used store-bought frozen ravs and jarred sauce. Sure, the sauce was Rao's, but madone! Tony Soprano would call us something that started with Wonder Bread and ended with a word that rhymed with mops. Though grandma, grandpa, and dad aren't with us anymore, we kept up the family tradition, and we still have the heirloom ravioli roller. Maybe next year I'll put that old thing to use again.