Last night I officially beat kitchen gadget expectations by using the pasta maker for the third time. And the noodles were my best effort so far.
Some years back, Lee and I both enjoyed a series of mystery / police procedural novels set in Venice. Inspector Brunetti’s wife is always whipping up fresh pasta for lunch. Even considering that it’s an old-school 2-hour Italian lunch break, there’s no way I would be even close. It’s more of an all afternoon thing for me.