What ugly pasta taught me about life!

Over the summer I was browsing garage sales when I came across a hand crank pasta maker roller with two cutter attachments.  It was older, but still in the box and gleaming metal. I was interested, but the $10 sticker made me recoil. I had talked myself out of it when someone from the porch yelled, “$5 and it’s yours!” I stopped right in my tracks, I had $5 in my wallet. It was sold. When I got home I found out it was an Atlas Marcato and it they cost a pretty penny.

I've always had a dream of making wonderfully fresh pasta from scratch, like a little Italian lady in my kitchen. In my mind it’s always so beautiful, and artistic. It’s like an old movie, with soft light filtering in through a window, I’m standing lovingly over a floured board. I’m wearing an apron and a dress from the 1940’s with my hair pinned up. In reality, my hair is in a sloppy bun, I’m in a promotional t-shirt from some brewpub I visited, and a pair of yoga pants with a flour hand print on my butt because I couldn't find a towel and someone knocked on the door.  As the pasta tears I yell “Come on! What’s wrong with you! Please don’t rip again!” and I hear my daughter mimicking me as she pleads with her pretend food to cooperate in the family room.

Some of the highlights of my pasta making adventure: 

#1 This recipe makes way more pasta then I thought it would.

2 cups of water

A pinch of salt

3 eggs

2 tablespoons of olive oil

Water if it needs to be thinned more.

In a mixer combine flour and salt. Sift together. Make a well in the middle and add eggs slowly with mixer on low. Alternate one egg, olive oil until the dough is smooth and elastic. Use water if the dough requires it.

#2 Pasta making is not the kind of thing where you wake up one day and you are amazing at it. Especially ravioli, it’s going to take a while before I master ravioli.

#3 When you make a copious amount of pasta, it’s important to find places to set it all down between rolling. I thought I was being cleaver and doubled the recipe because my husband loves pasta and his birthday is coming up. Not smart! I ended up only rolling out only half of the pasta and desperately looking for a place to set it all. I learned that coat hangers hung from cupboards a perfect pasta drying racks in a pinch.

(As a bonus check out my rad 1951 General Motors double oven!)

At the end of the day I ended up with the sloppiest, ugliest looking plate of walnut and goat cheese stuffed ravioli ever imaginable… that looked like a pile of mushy ashen flesh, served two hours after I was planning on having dinner ready. But with my eyes shut it was amazing! The point of is that every cook makes mistakes. Even good cooks make mistakes. Even great cooks make mistake. Even professional chefs make mistakes. It’s the mistakes that really challenge us and make us grow into something better. This is not just true in kitchen, but in every aspect in life. Time to dust the flour hand print off my ass and get back into the kitchen.