Last winter, when we invited Dennis and Gale for dinner aboard Steadfast, they offered to bring homemade pasta.
-Where did you get homemade pasta here in the Exumas, aka: the land of no grocery stores, gourmet or otherwise?
-I make it myself aboard GadAbout, he boasted.
I've been thinking about that night ever since.
When I was a hippie, mother-of-the-earth, back in the day, I have wanted my very own pasta roller. I borrowed on once for a week. I made every conceivable type of coloured pasta over three days: carrot, spinach, beet, you name it. Those machines were expensive and I was inpecunious in those days. I seem to recall the number 250..... The years have passed, I have saved my shekles and prices have come down to completely reasonable.
Hurrah, I got one!
The first time I got ready to make pasta for supper with my new toy, Hubby gave up waiting and made the ready-made store-bought kind instead. I used the gourmet, authentic recipe from the expensive book I bought with the machine. D R Y doesn't come close to describing the dough and the exhaustive labour involved in working this stuff. Another learning curve ball came when I used the super-small cutting rollers. Boy! was that stuff skinny, breakable, weird.
Today, I used the easy, Non-Italian, easy, softer, super-easy recipe with half soft flour and half duram semolina and eggs. A much more pliable dough and lots of fun to roll out and cut.
Did I mention one needs super long arms and several extra hands to position, gather, hold and spread out the pasta as it rolls out longer and longer and L O N G E R?????
No, not meatballs, not pesto, not Alfredo. Tonight we are using up last night's leftover steak in a veggie stir fry. Pasta goes with anything, right?