From Grandma’s Kitchen: Pappardelle & Oxtail Memories

Growing up, Sunday evenings meant one thing: the comforting aroma of simmering oxtail ragu wafting from my grandmother’s kitchen. She’d spend hours kneading dough for homemade pappardelle, her hands moving with a practiced grace I envied. I used to sit on the counter, dusted in flour, watching her transform simple ingredients into something magical. Last night, I tried to recreate that magic in my own tiny apartment, halfway across the world. The oxtail ragu bubbled away, filling my space with nostalgia and longing. Rolling out the pappardelle, I realized it wasn’t just about the food—it was about carrying forward a piece of home, of her. Each bite was a bridge across continents and generations, reminding me that even when we’re far from our roots, we can always find our way back through food. What dish takes you home, no matter where you are? #HomemadePasta #OxtailRagu #FamilyRecipes #ComfortFood #FoodMemories #Food