tagliatelle.

About a week ago my friends, James and Alec, and I decided that we needed to have a homemade pasta dinner. James has a pasta maker, so all we needed was some flour and good company (well, not really).

I'm glad I made pistachio cantucci (I was in such a rush that I didn't have time to photograph them) and brought a bottle of Chianti because I did absolutely nothing in the making of the dish. No, that's a lie. I emotionally supported.

Alec brought hearty Egyptian pasta flour, to which James added eggs and water. That thing was SO tough and had a lovely brown color. I wish I took more time to figure out how to use my camera to its fullest potential, because you can't really tell in the next picture. I promise I'm not this short.



There was a ridiculous amount of pasta made...which was good because there were plenty more hungry stomachs. As for the sauce, it was cheesy-vegetable medley. It was delicious.




There were some doughy mishaps...and from that, Pastasaurus Rex was born.



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