The bittersweet fragrance of olives surrounded the dish. The fumes rising and falling as the wind's path caressed the nostrils of the ones with napkins tucked into their collars, awaiting a hurricane of tastes to fill their mouths. The beauty it held was extraordinary, a magnificent explosion of green, red, and yellow splattered on a white canvas. Sterling silver knives were held with extreme care, spinning along lean, awaiting, fingers. The love that was held for this creation was a difficult topic to grasp, one that had to be experienced for one to understand. What was the creation? A curious soul may ask. The creation that laid untouched on a platter of silver and gold my friends, was ravioli.

If this doesn't describe my love for ravioli, I don't know what will.