Before I owned a pasta maker, I too fell into the lazy pattern of assumption. I assumed I lacked the rolling pin skills to make pasta. I assumed I could buy pasta that was good. I assumed that those assholes with pasta makers were the only ones who got to have real, homemade pasta every night, up there, in their pasta-maker having castles. In Italy, I’m sure. Now I have a pasta maker, but sometimes, you just don’t want to get down all the gear, and you just want some FREAKING PASTA. This is me, like, all the time....
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