It was 5:30 or 6 last night when he said “I think I’ll make fresh pasta tonight.” “Do you have time for that? Or will we end up eating at 9:00?” I replied. “We have time, I’m just going to go play a few games of darts with the kids and then I’ll get started.”
I love the delicate flavor of fresh pasta and don’t think it needs a lot in the way of saucing. Shane and I opted for simple sage butter (so good!) and had ours with a side of roasted orange cauliflower and a simple arugula salad.
Rose wanted her pasta with sauce and meatballs, we happened to have Polpo’s meatballs left from a meal earlier in the week.
Sid, in typical wacky fashion, chose to eat his pasta with butter, and a pinch of salt sprinkled directly into his mouth with each bite. Silly new restaurant trend? I hope not.