A dear friend of mine made an incredible feast of homemade pasta for me and ten friends last Thursday night. Let me say that having tried my hand at making pasta from scratch, this was an eye-opening revelatory experience. Where my pasta dumplings (calling them ravioli would be far too kind) were ill-formed, thick, and chewy, his fettuccine was light, soft and smooth, practically silky in texture. I cannot extol the virtues of at-home preparation more then with this wonderful meal. It was a testament to patience and skill.
My friend, we’ll call him Chef Hightower for his height and cooking prowess, used to make all his pasta using a hand cranked roller. We arrived in his kitchen last night to see that he had the modern convenience of a motor attached to his pasta maker. It’s impossible to blame him for taking advantage of this amenity since the quantity of pasta he was creating was enormous, enough for each of us eleven to indulge more then once.
Jedi, my boyfriend, made both pumpkin pie and pumpkin cream cheese roll with the pumpkin leftover from the holidays. They were incredibly moist and delicious, they were accompanied by freshly whipped heavy cream (far better then the canned stuff). The only element missing for me was a rich dark cup of Brazilian coffee. Perhaps next time.
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