Food, namely pasta, lured me out to St. John's--I wanted to learn how to make homemade pasta but it is the sense of community and family that draws me back each year. As soon as we walk in the door Annzie is there to greet us. We are embraced and she whispers, "thank you for coming, it's a bigga job". I am pulled aside and presented with a loaf of bread fresh from Annzie's kitchen. There are more hugs and good wishes as I don my apron. In between batches of dough I catch up with folks I only see here, once a year. As the work flows and eggs and flour are turned into pasta, so does the conversation--friendships are made and connections are forged.
This is my pasta family.
This is Marion, Annzie's son with Velia, they are cousins.
Howard and Velia, they are just no fun at all!
This is Johnny, Velia's son.
Johnny has two sons, Matt and...
Ben, who are of course Velia's grandsons.
Matt brought his girlfriend, Misty. Rosemary, on the right, has her back to the camera she kneaded just about every batch of dough. Her daughter, Christine, is the back on the left.
and here, photographed with Ashley's friend, Trina.
The tall lady next to Annzie is Lynn.
She is married to Paul, pictured here. They have three sons that have helped make pasta for the past eight years. I have watched their youngest, Nate, grow from a little boy into a young man.