Pasta

Simplicity. Pasta is simplicity.

Flour, eggs, salt, oil, water. A rolling pin and floured board. Deft fingers, a little energy expended. A sharp knife. No machines necessary.

Today it's egg noodles, this weekend ravioli.

Money saved, quality food enjoyed, contentment.

With grocery prices creeping ridiculously high, and with me being the sort of woman who doesn't just 'take it', there are solutions being found. Most of those solutions are in the form of learning to make the foods we love, as well as learning how to buy better food so that with each bite satisfaction results quickly and pleasurably. I've noticed that when eating non-foods, or what Michael Pollan calls food-like substances, my family and I remain hungry, even after eating large quantities. It's that satisfaction factor. I'm sure of it.

Somehow, making the pasta myself, exerting myself, pouring love into each roll and cut, watching the stuff dry, then cooking it and adding a fresh, homemade sauce results in a richer experience for my family and me. We eat with heightened awareness. Each bite is appreciated as we know the food's origin, and who took the time to learn to make it, and who put forth the effort, and why. Love. We reach satiation, leaving the table ready to undertake whatever is in our minds to do.

At home I serve the kind of food I know the story behind. ~~Michael Pollan

It's a beautiful thing.

Noi cuciniamo é mangiamo! We cook and eat!

Ciao!