Call me old fashioned. Call me traditional. Call me whatever you want.
Maybe not "chef" quite yet...but I'm working on it!
From scratch. Eeehhh! YAH!
Paul's grandparents gave me a pasta maker for Christmas, and I was have been waiting to use it. So today I finally pulled it out and found a recipe.
I've never used a pasta maker before. I've never even really seen one used. But I read as many blogs about them as I could. It wasn't that difficult actually. And quite fun. I'm telling ya, it's the simple pleasures in life that make it all worth it.
I found a couple of recipes for pasta on line. Have I mentioned I love reading food blogs. Cause I do.
Unfortunately, when baking, most chefs use weight for the measurements. For example, one recipe called for 1.5 pounds of flour. Well I don't have a food scale, so I had to find other recipes that used volume measurements - i.e. 3 cups of flour.
And then, the recipe that I found said something along the lines of mix all ingredients and knead "until it feels right". UGG! What does that mean!? I've never made pasta before so I didn't know what it's supposed to "feel like". Another blog then said to "knead till it's a little tacky but not sticking to your hands". Ok, well that makes a little more sense - I guess.
So this is what I ended up with. It was a little tacky. But didn't stick to my hands. Sounds about right.
Then came the fun part! Rolling it out. Divide the dough into portions "bigger than a golf ball, but smaller than a baseball". Start on the highest/widest setting, and then roll through, decreasing the size each time. Not too hard to do. (the hard part was taking a picture while rolling out the dough!)
This is what I ended up with!
The filling I made up!
On my own!
I mentioned in a previous blog that I found a recipe for a roasted tomato basil pesto that was really good! I wanted to create a filling that would go along with the pesto. So I came up with a spinach, goat cheese, and walnut mixture. I put an egg in it as the binder, so I couldn't taste it before actually filling the pasta. I just prayed it turned out well.
Once the filling was mixed together, I placed a spoonful on the pasta, folded over the other side, and then cut them into squares.
I don't have a ravioli cutter, so I used fork to press the sides together.
They weren't all uniform in size, shape, or form. But honestly, I don't really care. I think they still looked good for a first-timer.
The pesto and the ravioli came together really well! Paul was impressed and excited that I had made it all from scratch.
I do think next time I will roll out the dough one or two more settings. But the possibilities are endless.
What will she think of next...