ravioli designs

“so what are you thinking of doing as a career?” i asked as i reached for my drink. “any plans?”

“of course,” she replied. “i want to be a ravioli designer.”

i almost spit my drink out. “a–”

“ravioli designer.” she finished. “it’s what i’ve always wanted to be, ever since i was little. i’m obsessed with it. i want my hands to be the one that make your pasta pillows.”

i didn’t know how to respond to that.
“so uh– are you going to culinary school then?”

“oh no,” she replied. “i’m home schooled.”