Sometimes I forget that we have a food blog. I’m making something delicious that I should probably share, only to remember to take a photo after I’ve put the plates in the dishwasher. Either that or I’m feeling sorry for myself after having wisdom three teeth out last week, tucked up in bed watching Mad Men (almost worth the pain and misery, to be allowed to run away from the bebe to watch unlimited TV). I’m now sick to death of soup, ice cream and ibuprofen, but since having the stitches out I’ve been able to eat a wider variety of food. And what better way to re-enter the land of the living than with homemade pasta?
I missed most of the production of the pasta, made by our guests Aaron, Perrine and Keir with Perrine’s pasta maker, since I was upstairs in bed. But when I finally deigned to join the frivolity of dinner, there were ribbons of fettucini drying on the clothes rack and long rolled out pieces of pasta ready to be cut up. Fortunately someone reminded me to take photos.
Naturally I forgot to take a photo of the finished product, with three delicious kinds of sauce to choose from. I was too caught up in the pleasure of chewing something pain-free.