Remember the Seinfeld episode where Kramer makes a statue of Jerry out of fusilli pasta? Because Jerry’s a comedian and … “silly.”
I didn’t actually make a fusilli Jerry, although now that I’m writing this I’m kind of thinking making pasta statues of my friends sounds like a solid way to spend next weekend.
We did, however, make homemade pasta for the first time. By we I mean Manuela and me.
It really wasn’t that hard. Manuela’s way better (or braver) than I am in the kitchen, so she got straight to the raw egg volcano.
Once the egg was mixed in I could handle touching it, but I couldn’t bear to touch runny yolk so I sat back and claimed to be taking pictures.
Another example of Manuela’s bravery on the battlefield: at Thanksgiving the turkey wasn’t exactly going to stuff its own butt full of vegetables or run butter over its own slippery naked body, so Manuela stepped right up while I looked on and wanted to faint.
I’m more about the manual labor.
We used the left over bits to make farfalle.
We made a light sauce with EVOO + lemon juice + s&p + thinly sliced cabbage + red bell pepper + onion + garlic (which we left whole to cook then removed before eating)