Timpanogos Terror

To celebrate my 34th birthday, Kevin's mom said for my present she would watch the kids so Kevin and I could hike Mt. Timpanogos.  I have been wanting to hike Timp for years, and somehow it had never made it high enough on our list.  It almost didn't make it this year again, when I realized it was the same weekend as our ward BBQ and a Stake Young Women's activity, and was worried that they were understaffed for these activities and I should be there to help.  Thankfully, I voiced these concerns to my wonderful hiking, adventure seeking friend Jamie Delfin.   Her friendship and insight is one of God's greatest blessings in my life.  She honestly lacks any martyrdom tendencies and the ego that goes along with saving other people.  Not that she isn't giving, she is just balanced and I have seen how it blesses her and her family.  I am so grateful for her in my life.  Anyway, she reminded me that their are lots of people there to help that had not planned babysitters and invited friends to hiking birthday celebration.

So yesterday morning, September 7th, we all met at the trailhead at 8 am to start our ascent up Mt. Timpanogos, which is the second highest peak in the Wasatch Mountain Range.  Our party included me, Kevin, Jamie Delfin, Lehi Delfin, and Chandra (crap Chandra what is your last name now?!).  We were all so giddy to see each other.  This was the first time I had seen Chandra since her imfamous trip to Europe trip where she pretty much impromptu married her Peruvian boyfriend (whom she just met in April)  in Sweden.  Who does that?!!   Chandra, does that's who.   They actually met in Salt Lake City, and both are travelors,  met up in Europe, and then destiny took it's course.    Needless to say, we were all so excited to be together and all kept talking at once and topic tangenting all over the place because there was so much to catch  up on and so many ideas we wanted to discuss.   

I have only hiked Mt. Timp once and that was when we hit the trail head at 4 am so we could see the sun rise at the peak.  So it was very dark and I couldn't see the landscape too well.  And then on the way down I was so tired, I barely remember the landscape coming down, so basically it was all new to me.  Timpanooke trail to the peak is beautiful.  It is a mix of grey Granite cut mountain, with Quaking Aspens that lead into pine and then into open tundra.  The air was fresh and the views of the valley were breathtaking.   Our pace wasn't too quick but steady, and we reached the saddle after about 6 hours of climbing.  I was pleasantly surprised that the trail never really got too steep before then.

We all ate snacks as we sat on the saddle and while we looked at the Provo valley and Chandra pointed out the big fluffy clouds in the distance.  I noticed they were beautiful and looked like they might have rain, but were moving slow and very far off.  None of us thought much of it and there was no debate on danger in the clouds, because really there were no menacing signs.  Chandra hung out on the saddle while the four of us scrambled to the peak.  This took an hour of rock scrambling, and is a bit scary when you realize the heights at which you climb.   On the scramble we met a triathlete mother who just had twins three months ago (inspiring for me),  a mother and daughter who were dressed in tanks and shorts and a bit nervous about the climb, but pushing through, and an older couple with hiking sticks and full hiking gears (again inspiring for me  :)  .)

We celebrated the peak by writing in the log book, taking lots of pictures, and enjoying the view.  From start to finish it was about an hour until we were at the saddle again.  We noticed the clouds on the Provo side of the mountain were a little closer but not much, and then for first time I noticed the clouds on the Heber Valley side of the mountain that were heading North.  These looked heavy and were moving much more quickly.  Still no sign of lightening and we aren't made of sugar, so a little rain wouldn't hurt us.  We descended at a good clip and after about 45 minutes the rain started to drop.  No big deal.  Sure it was a little cold, and a bit slippery, but nothing that we hadn't experienced before and our spirits were high.  We made jokes about how happy we were for body fat,  and strong thick calves to get us down the mountain (this is a group joke, but I'll spare you the details here.) 

That was when the wind picked up and it began to hail.   The hail started out kind of small and not too painful.  A little prick every few seconds, and sure it was cold, but again, nothing we couldn't handle. But then the clouds began to dump all they had in buckets and buckets of icy sharp, freezing pellets of hail which reached us at high amazing high speeds of velocity.   It was like the clouds were made of millions of ice BB guns and they were hammering the mountain in all their fury.  They pummeled our bare arms and legs with a vengeance.  The pain was searing and bitterly cold, made all the worse knowing we had at least 3 hours of hiking ahead of us.

This picture is about 5 minutes before the heavens unleashed their fiery

Now we are experienced hikers but none of us (but Kevin) had thought to bring a jacket or wind protection.  So we all started scampering trying to find shelter.  There were some low plants by the trails, but their bare twiggy branches offered little cover and trying to crawl under them did nothing to stop the icy pellets from piercing your arms, legs, neck, back, and head.  

We were scampering down the mountain trying to find cover and of course I am praying in my heart the whole time.  My mind was thinking of the people we had met on the peak and who were up higher behind us on the mountain in the storm.  I thought of the mother and daughter in tanks and shorts, and the older couple who at least had clothing, but were older and skinny.  I thought with gratitude that my kids were safe and warm with their Grandma at her home, and I prayed they would not be too worried. 

At one point I had scampered a little off the path looking for some shelter and found I was alone and I began to pray in earnest.  I felt utterly helpless.  There was nothing I could think of to end the suffering. I thought, "Lord, I know you calmed the storm on the seas and I know you can calm this storm.  I have faith in your son Jesus Christ, could you please stop this hail and bone chilling wind?"  I immediately had the thought enter my mind, "This storm is not going to stop.  You need to RUN."  I knew it was true and I yelled to my fellow hikers who were crouched above me on the trail and told them we needed to get out of here and run.  And off we went running down the muddy trail.

It was so painful.  I could feel the welts already forming on my arms and legs.  The wind was awful and the rain and snow was already forming on the ground and filling the trail path.  The path became a rushing stream filled with snow, and ice filled water.  Rocks in the path became small standing waves and still we ran.  The water level reached our calves. That was when the lightening began.  We would see a flash and then quickly followed by a loud boom.  There was nothing taller than us in those fields and we cowered as we ran.  The lightening got closer and became blinding lights and deafening "BOOM"s.  I kept thinking about my 6 foot four husband running in front of me and the lack of trees.  But in hindsight the lightening increased our pace.  After every flash and boom, I know I picked up the pace even more. 

I knew my spirits were dropping and so I did the only thing I knew that I could do.  I began praising God and Jesus out loud for every step that got me closer to being off the mountain.  I'm sure I sounded like a baptist revival to Kevin with my "Thank you God, Thank you Jesus, Thank you God, Thank you Jesus." I sounded somewhat silly to myself but I kept thanking Them.  Then I looked for anything to be grateful for.  I could smell a slight scent of pine probably carried down from the wind from below us.  I thought of how none of us had fallen and how Kevin was doing amazingly well with his bad knee.  I thought of how we were runners Again, I thought of my kids, safe and warm with their Grandma. 

Then I thought of the friends I was with and felt a huge pouring of gratitude fill my whole soul.  I could not think of a better group of friends to have to go through this with.  There was no whining, no yelling at each other, just concern and a determination to do what needed to be done.  I was grateful that we all were out door enthusiasts who had strong bodies and experience in the wild.  

We ran in the hail for about an hour until  blessedly the hail turned rain, and the lightening began to cease.  We continued down and began to see the destruction.  There were trees that had fallen across the trail and it looked like one tree might have been struck by lightening, but it was hard to tell if that had been recent.  We reached the parking lot and realized we had run down the mountain in 2 hours.  My heart sank as I saw the other cars in the parking lot and knew how many groups were on the mountain.  We debated about going back, but what could we do?  We were bruised, soaked to the bone, and our limbs were swollen.  The debate ended quickly when I saw the park service was there with radios and rescuers going up the mountain.

With the heater on we began our drive down the mountain only to be stopped by the park service.  There were mudslides down the mountain on the Alpine side and we would have to turn and go down through Provo canyon instead.  This added 45 minutes to our drive, but we were so happy to be warm and heading to our kids.  We reached the valley and saw it was a flooded mess.  Homes in Alpine had been evacuated and the community was filling sand bags to keep the houses from being harmed.

Later I was in a hot shower, and a relieved Grandma Beth was making us soup.  As I was in the shower I thought about why God didn't stop the hail on us.  I know in my heart he doesn't stop the storm all the time, but I also am a believer in miracles and I know enough stories of Jesus Christ to know He can do something like that when it is his will.  And I wasn't asking for the whole storm to stop, just the razor sharp hail that was exfoliating every inch of me and my friends.   But then I thought about how I had willed my body to run in the hail even when it just wanted to lay down and curse.    I was stronger than I had given myself credit and this was one more experience where i exercised my mind over my body and now I was even stronger than before.  

So now I am sitting in my warm kitchen, in fuzzy pajamas having just eaten warm pancakes and having a visit with family.  I'm stiff as a board and have the sniffles, but I am so grateful and ready for a new day and feel good about myself and life in general.  I'm already looking forward to the next adventure.

Ironboy

Like so many days when I plan on doing something big (see here and here), last saturday morning was raining. This, along with the fact that I have had several epic failures (see here and here) when trying to do something big, was not super encouraging for what I had planned for the day.

My plan was to do my own unofficial half Ironman.  For those of you who don't know, a half Ironman consists of a 1.2 mile swim, a 56 mile bike ride, and a half marathon (13.1 mile run).  This plan had started last fall, when Connie and I had decided that we needed some motivation to exercise in the winter and so had signed up to do an official half Ironman in St. George, UT.

Unfortunately, a few months before that was to happen, we found out Grace was to be one of the lead role  in play that same day.  Now I would be lying if I said I wasn't tempted to miss the play, but I didn't want to lose my awesomest dad ever status, so we decided to drop out of the St. George Half Ironman.  And then we decided to make our own Half Ironman, which we dubbed "Ironboy" (because it not a full Ironman, but still pretty darn tough).

So that is why I found myself contemplating whether I should postpone this Ironboy to another more sunny day.  But by the time to leave to go do the swim came around, it had stopped raining and I felt at peace with the idea of trying to do it that day.

My plan was to try to finish it around 8 hours.  I wanted to try to finish the swimming in under 40 minutes.  Then I figured I would take it pretty easy on the bike and try to finish in somewhere just over three hours.  Then after factoring in time to change between events and such, that would then leave me with four hours to do the half marathon.  Now four hours may sound like a ton of time to do a half marathon, but I figured I would be walking most of it, since I not really supposed to run due to my bad knee.  I figured I would try to run a little, but if my knee started to hurt, I would just walk.

I did the swim at our local rec center.  I paced it exactly as planned and finished the 1.2 miles in 39 minutes and 12 seconds and didn't feel much fatigue from it at all.  I went into the locker room changed and walked out to find that it was once again pouring rain.  Boo. Connie was there with Jonah and my bike.  I wasn't to keen on the fact it was raining, but I was already done with first part, so I wasn't going to stop now.

Now I could probably write a whole separate post about that 56 mile bike ride.  About the driving rain, my feet going numb, having to find a place to go pee, having my seat keep coming loose and almost falling off.  About all the grease in my rear hub being gone and it making grinding sounds like it was about to explode any minute.  About how my watch display stop working because of the wet and cold. About my arms being so stiff I had a hard time getting gels out of my jersey pocket.

But since I have already written several blog posts about epic rides in the rain, I will just sum it up by saying by the end I was soaking wet and numb, my time was a slower than I had original planned, BUT I felt okay and was ready to do the half marathon.

It took me a while to get out of my soaking wet clothes and find some dry clothes.  By the time I left my house to start the run, I had been going for 4 hours and 17 minutes.  I was feeling pretty good and it had finally stopped raining and I thought, "Maybe if I am lucky, I can finish the half marathon in under 3:13 and finish in under 7 and a half hours, that would be pretty sweet".

I set a timer on my watch so that it would alternate between going off ever 2 minutes and every 1 minute.  My plan was to walk for 2 minutes, run for 1 minute, walk for 2 minutes, run for 1 minute, etc, etc.  Now I must pause at this point and emphasis that my run training for this Ironboy had been pretty minimal due to my bad knee.  It had only consisted of using this 2 to 1 pattern for an hour twice a week.  The only time I had run continually for more than a few minutes in the last 4 years was for a 5k that I did about a month ago.  And that had felt like I was pushing it.

So anyway, I set off on my walk/run.  I reached the first place where Connie was going to meet me which was at mile 3.  I walked fast enough that  I actually got there a little early and had to wait for Connie a minute.  I checked my time and I was averaging about 14 minutes a mile.  I did the calculation s in my head and figured out that if I kept that up, I would finish the run in almost exactly 3 hours.  That idea excited me, but I decided not to get too excited yet, because I was pretty tired and I didn't want to feel let down if I didn't finish the run in 3 hours, I wanted to be happy for just finishing.

When I got to mile 5, I checked my pace again.  I was still on pace to finish in 3 hours and I felt good and I decided to let myself get excited about finishing in three hours.  If I finished in 3 hours then my total time would 7:17 and that would be much faster than I had planned. That would be pretty cool.  Than the thought came to me, "You know what would be even cooler, to finish under 7 hours".  Then I rejected that thought "No, you are just setting yourself up for disappointment, you would have to start running a whole lot more to make that, and you can't run that far, just enjoy the fact your going to finish".

But part of me really liked the idea of finishing under 7 hours.  So I said to myself, "Self, if at the next pit stop (at 7 miles) you feel good, maybe let's consider it".  I reached mile 7 about 15 minutes earlier than I had told Connie so she wasn't there yet, but I knew she would see me on the road.  I had 6.1 miles to go.  I looked at my time.  If I wanted to finish in under 7 hours I would have to finish that 6.1 miles in an 1 hour and 4 minutes.  That meant almost 10 minute miles, which meant I was going to have to do a whole lot less walking.  I decided to switch the running and walking segments and started running two minutes and walking one minute.

After about a mile I meet Connie and got a quick swig of water and a banana and then told her I was not going to make any more pit stops and I was going to try to finish under 7 hours.

The half marathon course I had set up, basically consisted of a ten mile out and back from our house, followed by a 3.1 mile loop.  When I passed by our house, Connie and kids where in the van cheering me on.  The start of the 3.1 mile loop starts with a big hill and I walked/jogged to the top of the hill and then checked my time.  My total time so far was 6:31.  That meant I had 29 minutes to go just under 3 miles.  Walking and running was not going to cut it.  So I decided I was going to just have to run the rest of the way.  My intellectual mind told me "that's not possible, you have been going for six and half hours and you have only run three miles without stopping once in the last four years".  But my body told me that I could and I was fueled by the fury of failed events past.  So I ran.  I tried not to look at my watch, I tried to just run as fast as I could.   I reached the strange paradoxical state where I felt super tired and yet felt invincible.  Connie and the kids kept driving ahead of me and jumping out of the car and cheering me on. It was awesome. As I started coming down the final stretch towards our house, I asked Connie what time it was, "1:50" she said, I had started the whole thing at 7:00 am, so I knew I had 10 minutes to make it under 7 hours.  I was pretty sure I was going to make now, but I didn't slow down.  Finally, our house came into view and I ran hard to the very end.  I hit my stop watch and looked at it. 6:55 total time.  I had finished the run in 2:38, and the last 3 mile in ~24 minutes.
BOOYAH!

Young Nerds Convention

Enjoying Some Pizza Before The Show

Friday night we had the opportunity to see and talk with not one but five young adult authors.  And also got to watch one of the most entertaining shows I have seen in a long time.  It was a book launch for Brandon Mull's final book in his Beyonders series (Mull is also author of the popular Fablehaven and Candy Shop Wars series).  Sam, Connie, and I have all read the first two books and Grandma Beth had pre-ordered the last book for Sam for Christmas so we were excited when the book finally arrived this week and extra excited that there was going to be a launch party.

The show was set to start at 7:00 and despite the fact we got there 6:20 we ended up behind three or four hundred people in line to get in.  Everybody had to fit into a high school auditorum, so I was a little stressed that we were not going to make it in, but fortunately we not only made it in, but actually got pretty good seats.


After Brandon Mull's wife gave an introduction, we were surprised to learn that not only was Brandon Mull there, but there were also five other authors:

Christopher Paolini -  "Eragon", The Inheritance Series (This guy is famous for having published Eragon when he was 15)
Richard Paul Evans - "Michael Vey, The Prisoner of Cell 25" series (Also author of the well know "The Christmas Box")
Chad Morris - "The Inventor's Secret" (This is Morris's first book and was just released in 2013 but it has very positive reviews on Good Reads)
Tyler Whitesides - "Janitors" series
Brandon Sanderson - "Mist born" series  and ghost writer for Robert Jordans books that he didn't finish (He is a young adult writer per se, so a lot of kids don't know who he is, but I have read a bunch of his books)


So apparently Chad Morris and Brandon Mull used to be part of a comedy troupe.  And so that comedy troupe did a show as part of the book launch.  It was really pretty hilarious.  I caught a few of the best parts on film.  This first one was a parody of the song "The Misty Mountains" that the dwarves sing in the new "Hobbit" movie.  They kind of did it all of a sudden so I missed the first half, which was the best part, but I caught the second half.  (Sorry my camera phone is not the greatest)

Then later there was a parody of the song "Popular" from the musical "Wicked".

They also had a pretty funny skit with Christopher Paolini going on a dating game show with the characters Katniss Everdeen (Hunger Games), Bella (Twilight Series), Éponine (Les Miserables) and Dora the Explorer.  I cannot remember all of what happened, but I do remember everyone laughing hysterically when Dora the Explorer teaches everyone how to say "Liar" in Spanish after Eponine fakes being shot so that Christopher Paolini will hold her tight.

After the show it was time for the book signing.  We crowded towards the signing table to hopefully not have to wait forever to get books signed.  Then they announced that people would come up according to the number on tickets they had handed out when people were waiting in the big line before the show.  They started with the numbers 200-210.  They gave one ticket to each group of people.  So each group of 10 numbers actually represented 20 or 30 people.  We were number 513.  So yeah.  We waited a long time.

Brandon Sanderson wasn't part of the book signing, so he was just hanging out and so I went and talked to him

Fortunately Sam and his buddy Bron had fun running around and there were lots of free posters for them to collect and also there were people dressed up as characters from Brandon Mulls books, so the boys had blast.



Then finally at 11:30 at night.  We got Brandon Mull to sign our books.  He must have already signed 1000 books by the time he got to us, but he was still cheerful and he took time to pose with the boys (He actually smiled better than in this picture, but there were still a hundred people behind us in line, so we didn't try to take another picture.

Ninja Baby

Sometimes at bed time instead of being tired, Jonah becomes wide awake and just wants to run around and play.  This can be very exhausting and sometimes when we are really tired we just go to bed and let him sit in our bed and talk or play or whatever so that we can at least get some kind of rest.  On one such night,  Connie had to get up early the next morning and so I decided I would stay up and watch a show on my laptop while waiting for Jonah to wind down.

Finally, around 11:30 or so he began to get that sleepy look in his eye that told me he just might go to sleep.  So I turned off my show, took him upstairs to his bedroom and laid him in his bed.  He started to cry and to get out of his bed, so I told him I would lay down with him in his bed for a little bit. In the darkness he said, "You hold my hand daddy?"  "Sure mighty Jo' daddy will hold your hand"  Then I took his little hand and he held on tight to mine.  It is one of those moments when even though I was really irritated that he was staying up so late, I just couldn't be mad at him because he was so cute.

After about fifteen or twenty minutes and after almost falling asleep myself, I felt his hand go limp and I knew that he was asleep.  Very carefully, I climbed out of his bed.  I stood and watched him for a minute to make sure he stayed asleep, because often he feels when you leave the bed and then wakes up crying.  After I was sure he was really asleep, I realized I had to use the potty.  So I quietly slipped into the bathroom that is right next to Jonah's room and did a quick pit stop.  As I left the bathroom I stopped and listened at Jonah's door to make sure the sound of the toilet hadn't woken him up.  I didn't hear him crying or anything, so I made my way through the dark house, down the stairs, through the living room, down the hall, and into my bedroom.

As I made my way in the dark towards my bed, all of a sudden I heard a child's cry come from the bed and Connie say, "It's okay, you're okay, lie down"

"OH MAN!" I thought, "Grace or Sam must have had a nightmare or something while I was in Jonah's room, I am not going to get any sleep tonight"

"Who's in our bed?" I asked Connie.

"It's just Jonah," replied Connie.

"Wait, what?" I asked perplexed, "How is that possible?  I just left him in his room a minute ago"

I stood there confused for a minute and decided Connie must be mistaken.


"It can't be Jonah, I was just in his room he was totally asleep and I was just in the bathroom 30 seconds and didn't hear any crying or walking or anything."

But after turning on a light I was able to visually confirm, that in fact it was Jonah.  Or at least a baby that looked just like Jonah. Maybe my mind was just addled because it was so late and I was really tired.  But this truly freaked me out for a minute.  I debated in my head, should I go look upstairs and see if Jonah was still in his bed?  What would I do if he was still up there and there was some other baby in our bed?  What if there was a rip in the time-space continuum and now there were two Jonahs? These frightening possibilities were more than I wanted to deal with at the moment.  So I just decided that if there were now two Jonahs, I would just deal with it in the morning.  So I crawled into bed and went to sleep.


Morning came and when it did, I could only find one Jonah in our house.  Which was quite a relief.  In fact since a rip in the time space continuum had been eliminated as a possibility, I decided the only other possible explanation is that Jonah is a natural born ninja.  After fully faking me out that he was asleep, in the 30 seconds that I was in the bathroom he made it down the upstairs hallway, downstairs, down the downstairs hall, into our room and into our bed.  All this was done in complete darkness and without a sound.  You can't teach that.  If that kid is not destined to be a ninja, I don't know who is.

Year In Review 2012

For those in the family not on facebook, here is our 2012 year in review

Saturday Night Tradition, Ravioli Edition

A while back, we started a tradition where I cook dinner on Saturday nights to give Connie a break.  Usually I end up cooking some variation of pasta.  For some reason it the only thing I can think of to make.  And the kids usually like it.  Fortunately there are hundreds of variations of pasta to make, so I haven't run out of ideas yet.

For Christmas, I had bought Connie a Ravioli form for making home made Ravioli.  When Sam heard about this, he was so excited.  He loves Ravioli and was ecstatic about the idea that we could make our very own.  So this Sunday, ("Wait!" you may be saying to yourself, "didn't you say that cooked on Saturday nights?"  Well sometimes it works out that it ends up being Sunday nights, but it would have made a really long title to call it the Saturday Night but Sometimes Sunday Night Tradition, Ravioli Edition).  Anyway, so this Sunday, Sam and I decided to make Ravioli completely from scratch.

First, we used the power of the interwebs to find this recipe: http://food.meltingonline.com/sausage-ravioli-with-sage-brown-butter .  Then we set to work.  The first thing up was to make the filling.  Sam had never cooked meat before, so I showed him how to break up sausage at it cooked so that the filling wouldn't have to big of chunks.


Then the recipe called for a shallot.  I didn't know what a shallot was.  So I yelled up to Connie who was upstairs: "What's a shawl-ought?"
"A What?"
"A shawl-ought or maybe it is french a shawl-a? The recipe calls for it"
"I don't know what you are talking about, I'll come look"
Connie came down and looked at the recipe and then laughed.  "It's called a shall-it" she said kindly.  Then she pulled one out from the fridge.  Sam looked at it and declared "We are not putting that in the ravioli, I hate onions."
"It's not an onion, it's a shawl-ought," I said matter of factly.
"It kind of looks like an onion," said Sam.
"Don't worry it is not an onion," I said, "if it was an onion the recipe would have said onion.  Don't worry I am sure it will taste great."
Now one thing you need to know about Sam is that he hates onions.  If even thinks there is a possibility that there are onions in something, he won't eat it.  The thing is, I know that most of the time the thought of onions are far worse to him than him actually eating an onion.  I wasn't sure how different a shallot tasted from an onion, but I was pretty sure if he gave it a try without the preconceived notion that it was going to terrible that he would probably like it.  Fortunately, Sam was convinced that it was not actually an onion and I was able to put the shallot into the filling.

After the making the filling, we moved on to the making the dough for the ravioli.  This is the hardest and most time consuming part. We called in an expert for this part.  Connie showed us how to add just a 1/4 of a teaspoon of water at a time to the dough to get exactly the right consistency.  You want the dough to not be too flaky and falling apart, but if you add too much water, it gets too sticky and will stick the pasta press and your hands and everything else. Once we had the dough the right consistency , We sent the dough through the pasta press half a dozen times until it was perfectly smooth.





Next we used the ravioli form to actually make the raviolli

Then I told Sam it was time to make the sauce.  Once again Sam began to protest.  "I hate sauce.  They put sauce on the Ravioli at school and it is so gross"
"Sam," I said, "This isn't a red sauce, I promise you will like it"
"No I hate sauce, I don't care what kind it is"
"Do you hate bacon?" I said
"No, I love bacon," replied Sam.
"Well this sauce has pancetta, which is like extra good italian bacon".
I continued, "Do you hate butter?"
"No I love butter," replied Sam.
"Well this sauce is basically just pancetta, butter, and sage" I said, "Does that sound gross?"
"I didn't know that could be a sauce," said Sam.
"Yup," I said, "It is awesome sauce" (this was a little joke with a double meaning because I often say something is 'awesome sauce' when it is something is cool).
Sam was convinced that we should put the sauce on the ravioli.

When it was all said and done, it took us about two hours to do it all.  But it was well worth the work, both for the bonding time with Sam and because these Ravioli were in fact awesome sauce.  They were extremely delicious and I would recommend this recipe to anyone.  If you don't have time to make the ravioli yourself I would still recommend buying some at the store and making the butter and pancetta sauce.  buon appetito!