It's what some would probably call a "gloomy" day. Overcast, dampish-cold, just the kind of day when an afghan (Barbara!) and a good book are the best companions you can find. It's a reading day. A knitting day. A spinning day. A music day. And it's also a pasta day.
MM--otherwise known as Mama Mia--LOVES to make spaghetti FROM SCRATCH. Lots of yellow eggs (we're getting between 8 and 12 a day, now, from those little chicks we got back in June), some flour and the nifty pasta machine we bought for ten bucks at the flea market, and he's in business. I used to think making pasta was a waste of time. It was so cheap in the store, why in the world would anyone waste their time making it?! Not anymore. Once you've tasted homemade pasta, store-bought just can't compare! And with homegrown eggs, the flavor is tops!
Today, he made enough pasta for a noodle supper as well as a spaghetti supper. And remember those puffballs I harvested back in October? Well...guess what! They're in tonight's homemade spaghetti sauce, along with tons of garlic, home grown Oregano and Basil, and...of course, the lovely and lovingly made pasta. MM cranks it out while I am on the receiving end of the machine, as it splits the sunny colored dough into strips, which find their way to the laundry drying rack where they crisp up and ultimately cook in the boiling water. Tonight's flavor is Italian venison rather than sausage or hamburger. Havested a year or so ago and preserved in jars, it's where I best like to see deer!
Good news on the accordion front! It's in transit back here from the factory and I should have it early this week. It seems a reed was faulty and the company replaced it. So, Mama will have her squeezebox back very soon!