Spent 45 minutes hand roling that stiff dough and boy do my wrists hurt.
Took one look at the drop bars on my Trek and decided it would be a good night for a Raleigh 3 spped cruise.

Interesting connection.
Was it good?
Save me some
-Gene-

What? No pics?

45 minutes? Were you rolling pasta for 30 people?

What angers me is when people say things like "this should be in foo."

I love pasta.

I love you!

Tonight for dinner I had pasta (those corkscrewish noodles) with mushrooms, ground beef, and tomato herb vodka sauce. It was superb.

PS: Now I'm finishing it off with a tiramisu cake.

Who is saying that?

Now i'm hungry....

No one said that. But it happens whenever I post something goofy or trolly.

Although I usually deserve it.

Dunno.

Nevermind.

I was being bitter. It's 12:40AM, you know.

Don't mess with carpal tunnel syndrome! Once you get it, you have it; it gets better and worse, but it doesn't go away. Part of the natural aging process, perhaps, but one best postponed as long as possible. I used to knead my own bread; now I do it all in a cheap bread machine. Same with granola. I think I've done pasta in there too, can't remember right now.

Heck, why knead bread in the first place? Then again, I'm an old fashioned guy...

6 cups flour
1 tbl yeast
salt to taste
3 cups water

mix it up and let it rise for 2 hours in a bowl. It should be soggy enough to conform to the bowl. After two hours (and up to two week), whenever you want to use some, pull out a wad, shape it into a roll-type loaf, throw it on a floured baking sheet and let it rise for 40 minutes. After 20, start preheating your oven to 425. bake for 30 minutes. Let it rest afterward for 20 minutes or so, and then go to town on that bad boy.

I've found a nice medium is homemade calzones and a roadie with relaxed bars. It's great because you get the satisfaction and deliciousness of homemade dough, but without the grunt work of banging out several dozen, say...raviolis or gnocchi. Then you can ride around with some upright ease, but still have a little zuh-pow in your pace, since you're on a 20 lb. roadie instead of a 40 lb. cruiser.

Man, bikes & cooking: get out of my head, you! And on your way out be careful not to trip over the little pile over there - that's my college education and it was very expensive.

Broccoli pasta with thin spaghetti tossed with a simple mix of butter, olive oil, lotsa garlic, thyme, oregano and hot red pepper flakes--heaven on a plate and She Who Must Be Obeyed scarfed it down like there was no tomorrow and had no objections to me spending the rest of the evening with 'Penny', my copper-plated beauty. I love cooking, riding, and messing with my bikes. Foo on the foo-baiters.

By the time I thought of the camera there was nothing to photograph but my big hairy belly.