The week that straddled February and March brought with it more pasta making than I’ve done in the last year. And I am somewhat ashamed. You see, my grandmother made pasta quite frequently – to her it was not an occasion, but rather a chore that happened along with many others on any given day.
And between the demonization of carbohydrates and gluten and the availability of good, imported pastas, I’ve either shied away from eating pasta for fear of being shunned or I’ve used dried pasta when I do make it.
But I’m getting back to my roots – and of course putting my twist on things.