Culinary Exploit of the Week

Saturday morning, at a church yard sale, we found a pasta maker. A real pasta maker, circa 1975, straight from Italy, still in its faded 1975ish box. Ryan got very excited about it. We did a number of things for the rest of the day, like the Smithsonian Folklife Festival on the National Mall, and a housewarming party for a friend around the block. But Ryan could do nothing but think about the pasta maker. Finally, at 8:30 in the evening, we set upon our maiden pasta-making voyage.

Here is the pasta maker in all of its antiquated glory:



First, Ryan made a dough out of eggs and flour:

















Then, he flattened it in the pasta maker:


This made long, flat pieces of dough:


That got longer the more we ran them through the machine:


Until finally we could run them through the fettucine slot:


Then we cooked 'em (al dente):


We sauced 'em (with basil from the garden, and tomatoes):


And we et 'em.


And they were good.