Edible and Audible

Homemade pasta – some flour, some eggs, a little oil – how fucking hard could it be? If you’ve spent any time in my kitchen the last few years you would know the answer to that is “apparently very”. I’ve tried all sorts of recipes with small victories along the way, but at the end I’m always left with that feeling of dread, knowing that I would have be better off lighting the pasta dough on fire than adding insult by ingesting some inedible rubbery crap only for purposes of justifying the effort that I put into making it. The other night I had a breakthrough, a pasta dough that came together and produced a lovely pasta meal, one I was proud (or at least less ashamed) to serve and eat.