Since We're Talking About Food . . .

. . . I thought it'd be funny to post one of my epic food fails. This is from a month or so ago. Don't ask me WHAT posessed me, I guess I got thoroughly overexcited over the thought of being a housewife for a year and had a fit of intense domesticism (is that a word? It is now), but anyway I decided to try to make homemade pasta for the first time ever with nothing but some flour, eggs, water, a rolling pin and my hands.

Now, bambino was still pretty small at this time, so poor Shawn was downstairs the whole time watching babe while I was frantically mixing and kneading (and kneading, and kneading . . .) and rolling (and rolling, and rolling . . .). It was kind of fun, but by the end I was covered in flour and sweat, and my hair formed a frizzy halo to frame my extremely frazzled face (again, why exactly did I think it was a good idea to try this in the heat of summer with a newborn? I dunno, I do crazy stuff like this sometimes). So, how did the pasta turn out?

Hilariously!

I think I may have made it a hair too thick . . .

The outsides of the noodles cooked okay and were what I could call pasta, but the middles didn't cook after I think a half an hour of boiling. It was supposed to be spaghetti, by the way.

Oh yeah, and what did we have with our Godzilla spaghetti?

Sog balls

Now I am perfectly capable of making meat balls, but once again the domestic itch overwhelmed me and I was determined to find a way to use the okara (left over soybean pulp) from making our own soy milk. So I chucked it in there thinking it would round out the meatballs nicely and, well, yeah, they looked like little puddles before I spatula-d them to death. The combined meal once I added the pasta sauce looked a little more appetizing, and the soggy meatballs tasted okay, but the pasta was definitely an epic fail.

The next time I get the urge to be Martha Stewart, I'm going to grab a glass of water and have a lie-down until the feeling goes away.