family project
We've been making an attempt to keep the kids busy this summer and I think we are doing a pretty good job.
As you saw yesterday, there are a few things left on our list.
And, on Sunday, with storms brewing all around our house, we embarked on another indoor adventure: making pasta.
K emailed Paola for expert advice (no olive oil!) and set up the ingredients.
We donned aprons and set to work.
Thunder rumbled outside as we began.
Middle made a perfect well in his flour and started mixing. Youngest and I were not as deft and quickly spilled egg on the counter.
It was messy for a while but we made it to the kneading stage. Kneading for six minutes was tougher than we thought.
We let the dough rest for 30 minutes and went to watch the storm. And drink wine.
Then it was time to roll. Note the proximity of the pasta machine to the dog bowls?
One false catch and the dog would have fresh dough for dinner. This provided an extra challenge, but we managed to end up, after lots and lots of cranking, with pasta.
I'll skip over the part wherein we discovered that the finished product could not be twisted into nests and put on sheet pans to dry only to realize that it had all stuck together in one clumpy mass and then re-rolled half of it.
We let it dry for a couple of hours and, with great trepidation, (would it all stick together in the pot? would it taste good? would we like it?) we boiled it up.
It was great!
A little el dente, but delicious and filling.
We were flush with success.
As you saw yesterday, there are a few things left on our list.
And, on Sunday, with storms brewing all around our house, we embarked on another indoor adventure: making pasta.
K emailed Paola for expert advice (no olive oil!) and set up the ingredients.
We donned aprons and set to work.
Thunder rumbled outside as we began.
Middle made a perfect well in his flour and started mixing. Youngest and I were not as deft and quickly spilled egg on the counter.
It was messy for a while but we made it to the kneading stage. Kneading for six minutes was tougher than we thought.
We let the dough rest for 30 minutes and went to watch the storm. And drink wine.
Then it was time to roll. Note the proximity of the pasta machine to the dog bowls?
One false catch and the dog would have fresh dough for dinner. This provided an extra challenge, but we managed to end up, after lots and lots of cranking, with pasta.
I'll skip over the part wherein we discovered that the finished product could not be twisted into nests and put on sheet pans to dry only to realize that it had all stuck together in one clumpy mass and then re-rolled half of it.
We let it dry for a couple of hours and, with great trepidation, (would it all stick together in the pot? would it taste good? would we like it?) we boiled it up.
It was great!
A little el dente, but delicious and filling.
We were flush with success.
Comments
For me I am afraid that it confirms for me that I am lazy. Fresh pasta from the deli suits me fine!
My mother and grandmother used to make fresh "macaroni" every once in a while and your pictures just flung me right back there with a smile on my face!
Just think... Your kids are going to have a similar flashback some day. You've made wonderful memories this Summer. :)
And one day, you'll have some daughters-in-law who will thank you and K for teaching your sons to cook.
jbhat
I want to be your daughter in law.
You made Perfect homemade fresh pasta, just like any "nonna" would here.
And I LOVE sons were all interested enough to participate, cooking is a DIVINE art for a man (why would I tell YOU!).
paola
Do you deliver? I tip well.