Even though I shoo him out of the kitchen most nights, David is a great cook. So last night, after working for a full day, standing in three separate lines for an hour to pick up my bib for tomorrow's half-marathon and running errands on the way home, I was more than happy to not cook.
One of David's great skills is making homemade pasta. We have an old-fashioned, hand-cranked pasta maker, the backs of our dining-room chairs serve as drying racks and the flour goes everywhere. This isn't a tidy process, mind you, but I'm not complaining.
|An action shot of David cranking the pasta (yes, deliberately blurry--he was working that machine).|
But the pasta is the main story: savory, sweet and salty--a perfect combination for a rainy Friday night and not a bad start for carb-loading for tomorrow's race. You don't have to make your own pasta, but it sure doesn't hurt.
|I was initially skeptical about the big chunks of sardines--but this pasta was wicked good.|
Adapted from epicurious.com