Flour power

Decided today was the day I’d finally try making pasta from scratch. How hard could it be, right? Famous last words.

Flour power

Three hours later and I look like I wrestled with a bag of flour and lost. The kitchen looks like a crime scene. But somehow, miraculously, there are actual noodles happening. Jake keeps walking by and trying not to laugh, which is generous of him considering I’ve used every bowl we own and there’s flour in places flour should never be.

Quality control in progress

The pasta actually tastes incredible though. Like, restaurant-quality good. I’m already planning my next attempt, maybe something that doesn’t require quite this level of kitchen demolition. Jake’s already volunteered to be head taste-tester for all future experiments, which tells me either he really loves me or he’s just hoping for more free food.