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The kitchen floor was dated linoleum. White laminate counter tops. A small square room,
with a narrow counter on three walls. A wide island extended into the centre of the space. I am an
only child, and our only pet was a standoffish cat. Whether I was avoiding him, playing by my
parents while they made meals, or renovating a-la Bob Vila and tearing up the horrible flooring,
My parents owned a pasta extruder. We would work around the small machine; Sad
playing in the background. Changeable caps provided various possibilities: Spaghetti, Fusilli,
Linguini. The extruders auger would rotate, mixing the dough. Egg, water, and flour. I would
add an egg/water mixture, until the consistency was right, then flip a switch. The auger would
change direction, and the simple dough would be extruded. My father would guide my hand as I
used a table knife to slice the noodles as they squirted out, like Playdough out of a 90s hair-cut
doll. My mother would rotate a Portmerion plate below my small hand. The pasta would dry
slightly. Into salted water. The sweet smell of onions, ground beef, and garlic cooking. The sizzle
would dull as a jar of sauce was added. Noodles into a colander. I would lean over the sink to
feel the steam on my small, fat, face. Parmesan cheese completed what my family called
2017. January. My mother and I made pasta again. I am 25. The tables have turned. This
The process of making pasta begins with the arduous task of finding Italian doppio zero
flour. Its a finely ground durum wheat. Unlike cake and pastry flours, its protein content is
around 12%. These two details - fine grind and higher protein content - allow for the smoothness
and elasticity needed for proper pasta. My mother and I decided on Tagliatelle, with a Bolognese
Ragu. I woke up that Sunday at 2 oclock, very hungover. Just in time to start cooking.
The sauce was simple. My mother refuses to use anything other than a paring knife, so I
diced an onion, a stalk of celery, and a carrot. Olive oil, salt, pepper, and my grandfathers
wooden cooking spoon. Its large, and beautifully darkened by years of use. The pop of onions
hitting a hot pan. Ground beef, ground pork, and chopped pancetta. Meat browned, we added
chicken stock and tomato paste. Up to a boil, then down to a simmer for two hours. Time for the
noodles.
Tagliatelle is made with egg dough: a northern Italian technique. In the south, eggs were
traditionally more expensive, so their pasta was made with simply flour and water. Our egg
dough, however, didnt worry about the price of eggs. Two firmly packed cups of 00 flour, a
Flour onto the granite counter. A heap ten inches in diameter. A well in the centre, with
I whisked the yolks, avoiding the flour at the bottom of the well. I need you to get the
wall integrity back up! My mother watched STNG while she was pregnant with me, and I would
wiggle along to the theme song. Star Trek and Pasta have always been part of our relationship.
By some miracle, the walls held. I incorporated more and more flour along with the
remaining yolks. I began to kneed the dough as my mother stirred the sauce. The kneading
realigns the gluten strands in the dough, increasing its elasticity. Without letting it set before
rolling however, it would be too springy to hold its flattened shape. We wrapped the bright
I sliced a small piece off the orb of dough and rolled it out, making a narrow oval. My
mother operated the hand crank of our pasta roller as I fed the dough through three increasingly
Lay the sheet of pasta flat. Measure the opening of your pasta maker, less two fingers.
This is the ideal width of your pasta sheet. Using this guide, fold the pasta sheet four times, and
rotate it 90 degrees. Flatten the pasta with a rolling pin. What was once the first edge, will now
Do they mean 180, I offered. If first is last, that doesn't sound like 90 degrees.
We were stumped. A tenured professor, and her genius son couldn't understand
instructions with pictures. The pasta was drying. It was almost time for the next stage of the
At least four! It can be more layers! My mother had saved the day. We also decided the
sentence about what was first will be last was utter nonsense.
We followed the newly deciphered instructions. To achieve the required thickness of 1/16
inch, we ran the sheet through six increasingly thinner stages, three times for each stage. The
pasta stretched from a few inches long to two feet. Cut into one foot lengths, dusted heavily with
semolina flour, and stacked under a damp cloth. We repeated this process a further six times,
after adding a cup of milk into the sauce. The cloth was removed to let the pasta dry slightly. We
poured ourselves a glass of wine, and waited for the pasta to achieve a leathery texture and a
The water was brought to a boil, and salt and a handful of semolina flour was added. The
recipe suggested 1/4 cup of salt in 5 quarts of water, which seemed excessive, but I deferred to
the book. The stacks of pasta were folded like letters, creating three layers. I quickly cut them
into 1/4 inch wide noodles, shaking off the excess flour, before dropping them into the water. My
mother moved the sauce into a large pan. 1/2 a cup of butter and freshly grated Parmigiano
Reggiano. The sauce should be thick enough to coat the back of a spoon, but still liquid enough
that if the pan were scraped the sauce would flow back together. The fatty, roughly chopped
pancetta rendered beautifully, adding fat content which bound the flavours. We opted for a spicy
cut, so the rich meaty aroma tingled slightly as I inhaled. The sauce was perfect: rich, without
being overbearing. Tagliatelle, just under el dente, into the pan. Fresh noodles only absorb
flavour as they are cooked, so finishing them this way absorbs some of the emulsified fats of the
meat.
In northern Italy, Tagliatelle is the noodle by which a pasta chef is judged. Their wide
and flat shape is such that a poor dough cannot be hidden by sauce. Ours, other than being a
touch salty, were perfect. Smooth, yet firm: the hardy pasta supporting the complex profile of the
slowly-braised meat sauce. Wide and substantial, but delicate enough to be twirled.
These noodles are more authentic, the sauce more complex, but after two decades, we
still are held together by the same meal. We don't have fat or gluten to bind our elastic
relationships, but pasta, especially when its made with love in the heart of our home, will do the