Over the weekend, Patrick and I had our first fresh-pasta-making adventure. We threw eggs and flour into our stand mixer. We watched excitedly as it became stretchy, daffodil-colored dough. We folded and pressed (and occasionally cursed) as we fed it through the rollers. And then we turned it into noodles.And then we sat down and fed ourselves a bowl of daffodil-colored noodles with spicy tomato-pepper sauce. I have the feeling this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
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when zoey gets older will you make pasta with her? this way she will actually know part of the process where her food comes from instead of a box from weggies.
Absolutely!
I looked long and hard at a pasta maker at the Thrift store this weekend. Decided to wait and check out which ones are rated "best." Would hate to pick up a dud ya know.
It just looks like so much fun!
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