Combine one nonna, one over-excited granddaughter, a well-oiled pasta machine, and a couple of hours after lunch...
Fresh pasta.
Fresh pasta was the bread and butter of Nonna's upbringing in the village in Italy. I don't need to spell out how synonymous pasta is with the Italian way of life, but I assure you that it's not a cliche.
Pasta is verrrrry necessary.
I promise I cranked the handle too, and did a reasonable amount of kneading...
There are three unique pasta shapes/types to Nonna's own tiny village which makes me wonder how many pasta shapes Italy has produced. Can a hedge a bet at 50,000?
Nonna reminded me that there wasn't always a pasta machine on hand, and demonstrated the way to make the fettucine village-style.
Tossed through lots of fairy dust/flour...
Magic.
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