Thursday, February 16, 2012
While attempting homemade pasta the other night, I had a visit from my mother-in-law. This Nonna knows the ins and outs of her pasta, so I was more than happy to let her step in. Pasta by hand is rather hard work isn't it? I'm not really sure why I haven't bought a machine yet as it is something I've made from time to time.
In no time at all the dough was transformed into delicate little fettuccine strips. Unlike my chunky larger-than-pappardelle strips (as seen in the last two pics).
Nonna told us about her mother-in-law disapproving of the new pasta machines when they came onto the market. She used to make it all by hand, often in large batches for the coming week. It was a big family, afterall, with six children to feed.
Over dinner we talked about these harder times. Of bombings during the war. An entrepeneur-type great-grandparent.
Which makes me think that food shared can be so much more. A chance to learn, a bringing together of different generations and cultures, and reminders of those that came before us.
And the pasta? Bellissimo!