If you are from Queensland the title rhymes. And pay no attention to the date on the photos, my camera is obviously suffering a breakdown of some sort.
I am lucky to know some ladies who treat me very nicely and invite me when they are doing something fun. So when a lovely Italian friend decided we should all learn to make pasta, I got to attend the master class.
Rosie started with 2 kilos of flour. I have never used two kilos of flour at one time for anything in my life.
When the dough was ready we made some macaroni, and a lot of what I would call tagliatelle, egg pasta with a flat shape. If you want to make a lot of fiddly pasta, get the Cartographer stuck into it, they have an infinite capacity for boring piece work.The other gals mastered the machine to work the dough and then cut it into perfect pasta.
Lots and lots of pasta...
Which was cooked fresh and embellished with the best bolognese sauce ever...
Top lunch, the best pasta I ever tasted. It was silky smooth, and light. With champagne and dessert and a good espresso, it was a lumbering 5 kms home on the bikeway. I had to have a nap, I am not used to such a feed at midday.
Thanks ladies! I am going to hold the next master class, early June? Indian cooking, no jars of paste allowed!