I have this vicious love/hate relationship with homemade filled pastas. Sometimes they are the best things I've ever made. Heavenly, ethereal, delicious pockets of amazingness. Sometimes the dough tears, it sticks, it bursts while boiling, and I end up with a measly 6 raviolis salvaged from the entire batch I made; the rest sadly goes into the trash. There is no in between. Days when I make filled pastas always result in either elation or fury.