This afternoon Bill sent me a message with a link to a super simple recipe for fresh pasta asking, “can you make this?”. So, while Tommy was napping I gave it a try. I failed utterly, not clearly reading the instructions and ending up with a crumbly mess of dough and flour. Attempt #2 was successful and the dough was left to rest until Bill came home from work.
When Bill came home with a plan in his head for dinner, he rolled out the dough… finding Tommy’s play rolling pin to be quite helpful. In hindsight, we should have just rolled the dough out on the countertop instead of the cutting board.
Tommy was thoroughly interested in what Bill was doing and felt it was his duty to point out when flour fell on the kitchen floor.
When I brought the stool over for him to get a closer look, he was happy to give me a play by play on what Daddy was doing.
Then Bill brought out an extra apron to really let him help and it totally made his day. He got to play with an extra piece of dough that was too tough to use and lots and lots of flour. If asked, he said he was making noodles.
Mmmm, flour and a runny nose mix well when there’s a bath afterward.
He happily played while Bill prepared dinner behind him.
Fresh noodles waiting for their bath.
The end result, pasta carbonara. We both thought it was really delicious, and since neither of us has ever had the real thing (whether in an Italian restaurant or in Italy), we’re going to go ahead and say it WAS the real thing.
Tommy enjoyed it as well.