Flour and eggs and happiness

The Easter holiday was fast approaching and due to the pandemic lockdown, no-one could go away. For years I'd been saying about Easter that it's a great time to go away, but it's also a great time to stay home. What better way to enjoy it than by marking a return to a habit from decades past - making my own pasta.

Over 20 years ago I lived in Sydney and worked at Community Radio 2SER and the Powerhouse Museum, residing in an old apartment above a pizza shop in Balmain. Just down the road was Leichhardt, home of the Sydney Italian diaspora. I bought a handmade pasta-making machine and used to make fresh pasta regularly – as you do. I was surprised at how easy it was – flour (‘Continental’ flour), eggs, mix, knead and roll. I even made noodles once, from flour and water – harder, but not too difficult after getting the pasta-making down pat.

Then I moved interstate, taking my pasta-making machine with me, and for those 20+ years it has sat in its box and I have not made pasta again – though the thought was there, somewhere in the background. For the last few months I have increasingly had the urge to make some again.

Fresh fettucine with Continental flour and mighty pasta machine

So I did. I finally made fresh fettucine – twenty years after last using my mighty machine – from an excellent Italian cookbook I bought at a remainders sale in Adelaide over 40 years ago, which I still use. I just upped and did it again – like riding a bike – and haven't stopped since. It’s a very good skill during pandemics.

Nothing good ever really disappears from your life – especially flour and eggs and happiness.

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