One Year, 12 Pastas
Four months ago we were in a stranger’s kitchen, turning out a mixture of semolina, water and sea salt for the first time. We had no idea then if our attempt would work out.
More than a dozen attempts later, we still don’t.
We’ve come to expect that each new recipe will be more challenging than it looks. Kneading the dough into submission is physical and demanding. A perfectly balanced filling requires trial and error. And very often our excitement will trick us into overstuffing the pockets of dough until they barely hold together.
Surprisingly, with each attempt we also recognize a parallel to the way we move through our lives. Slowing ourselves down to make our meals from scratch has exposed our propensity toward convenience and excess.
But thankfully, it is also teaching us to be centered and focused on what is important.
It’s shown us that the end result is secondary to enjoying the process; that there is beauty in the making if you are present for it.
And while we may not always know what we’re creating or where it will take us, we’re learning to trust that the effort will be worth it.