I made fresh pasta this afternoon, for the first time in my memory. I would say it’s the first time in my life, but Mom told me that I made pasta once when I was 4 or 5. It turned out okay; certainly it was passable for a first try. The dough was good and easy to work, but I didn’t roll and stretch it thin enough. The noodles were more or less the width of fettuccine and more even than I would have expected, since all I had to work with was a pizza cutter and a yardstick (for use as a straightedge). However, the noodles plumped up quite a lot when cooked, more than I had expected, so they were much too fat and thick. The flavor was still nice, and Jeff ate most of the batch (of course).
Next time I won’t be so afraid to stretch the pasta thin, and I’ll get a pasta machine as soon as I can!
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