The story of this ravioli is sad. I made this wonderful sweet potato pasta dough, soft as that white fluff that flies through the air this time of year. I filled it with an herbed ricotta and voila they were frozen. All I had to do was bring them to college, heat em up, and savor while everyone else was chowin down on dining hall grub. I put them in the coolest part of my friends car (there was no room for a cooler or I would have put these babies in there) and hoped they would make it through a five hour drive. As the night fell upon my friends and I, our campus came into sight. Once parked, I took out my packed items being hopeful that my ravioli in all their beauty made it. They didn’t. The orange clouds were now a sad looking glob. I threw them in the trash thinking…”sigh…perhaps next time…what a waste…my parents could have enjoyed these!” I have made many a grand ravioli and pasta since then but I have always wondered what these carbohydrate joys would have tasted like.